July 8th, 2009
This morning I left my house and saddled up my horse Thunder. I road to Graan's Cave through the Cresent Forest and dismounted to find a fox just outside the cave struggling in a trap. It is hard to express how angry I was, people were hunting on our land and setting up traps. As I knelt beside the victim it squirmed just making the situation worse. I eventually worked the clamp open and the fox attempted to run away but apparently it must have been trapped for a long while and its both hind legs were torn up so bad that it only made it a couple yards away from me before it collapsed. So I went to it and picked it up my hand tight around its muzzel so it wouldn't bite and road back to the old cottage with the helpless creature in my arms. At first it tried to get away but after a mile or so it stopped squirming and lay still. My father and grandfather and father before him all never took to hunting and I find pride in that. Our land is swarming with deer and rabits, foxes, birds, and so many more wild creatures. My father never lets people hunt on our land and I'm glad of it, but there still are the times when people come to hunt anyway. I reached home and my father was out so I cleaned the foxes wound(wounds I should say) and made it a little bed and gave it some food. My parents came home and in a few minutes I'll be heading out to town with my father to spread the word that people are hunting illegally on our land and then we'll go into the woods to look for more traps. Right now the ol' fox who I named Sebastian is laying beside me. I will not be able to write every day, make a note of that!
-Aiden

Walk the World

Into the past of the morning,
I wake and I smell the familiar smell of my father's scones(very good scones mark you) and I walk down the stairs in my usual daze,
"Father there is a big world out there do you believe that I can walk it all?" I asked as I ate my breakfast,
"be honest."
"You already have walked it child," says he,
"the world is vast indeed and you have walked it, but that doesn't mean you can't walk it again. Son, with an imagination like yours you will walk the world until you die, when you are old and gray you will sit down in your chair and be content to stay there, for you will have the memories of being to all the places in the world."
His eyes were bright, as they always are when he is joking, but I saw no joke in his eyes he was right. You don't have to leave your town to walk the whole world, you just need to have the imagination and passion for what you are doing.
-Aiden

Books

What are your favorite books?
Here are mine;
The Inheritance Series,
Lord of the Rings,
Dragons in our Midst,
Dragonlance Chronicles,
Watership Down,
Treasure Island,
anything by Dickens,
The Princess Bride,
Harry Potter,
Les Miserabels,
Redwall,
and many more

Little Fire

I wish to tell you of my name, my mother is Irish she met my father in college and they wed and gave birth to me. Mother named me Aiden, her great grandfather's name, as you may know it is Gaelic for Little Fire. If my readers would so chose I would be pleased to know the origin and meaning of their names.
-Aiden
I wish my name could be Child of the Woods but I know not the name for that.

The first Entry in my Journal

July 2, Thursday 2:26 PM,

Right now I will look back into the morning of today, as most of you should know you need internet to get on this sight and the internet can not be found outdoors, so I shall always write of the past for my journeys lead me outdoors. I name the places most important to me. As I walked over the Bridge of the Ancient Lore in the Eastern corner of the land about my abode in the North of England I thought as usually I find myself doing. What would this world be without the Lord in my life, I scanned back through the pages of my "mental" life book and realized how horrid it must be. I imagine it like a dog, trapped inside cage, it claws and claws and alas nothing is provided for the effort. A non Christian is the same, they search and search, claw and claw for content, they try to make themselves happy with riches and entertainment and worldly possessions, and yet their heart is still clawing for the happiness.
What a terrible way to live your life. Thinking you yourself can make yourself happy when only through God true content can calm you, the peace and love that only the open in spirit can be given. I got up and walked into the woods. It is so quiet there in the Woodland, the Cresent Forest, the wood of all woods. Listening, listening, something few people take the time to do, just stop talking and listen, to the crunch of brush under your feet and the birds singing. My feet eventually carried me even farther East where our land is cut off by a hideous barb wire. I need to get my father to help me build a real wood fence. Well I must part from my journal to clean out the stables.
-Aiden

Intruduction

A hero writes down his journeys throughout the world...
A person of my age needs adventure these are my discoveries, written down so the public can understand what a weary traveler must have in him to go on. Through tears and trials;
my feet shall lead me on. My back holds my house, my food,
my water, the struggle to overcome. Yet I press on, this is my journal I hope that many shall suport me in my life long search.

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