As a child, my mother and father introduced me to nature and creatures of the earth by visiting parks, camping and hiking. I was an only child with no siblings but found very early in my life that nature, in all its eccentricities, was the brother I yearned for…and just like brothers, nature and I wrestled, enjoyed and adventured. Together we were inseparable. My earliest memories of nature began in southwest Pennsylvania in the Alleghany mountains. By day the cool green forest breeze would refresh my being and pull me into it’s magnetic unknown. Early childhood experiments consisted of testing vines attached to tree tops. Woodpeckers would often lead me to these trees, where i swung on my personal playground like Tarzan. The fresh air and view of the wooded forest from a tree top was far different from the ground. The birds and bees were my closest comrades in this sky world. My wingless ways of the sky were sometimes interrupted by gravity and a desire to go higher and faster. On a particularly fast and forward fall from my favorite swinging vine I hit the ground with more intensity than usual. I was OK despite a bruise or two but was only focused on the leaves and dirt next to me. I had disturbed a beetles and it scurried one direction as a large grub squirmed the other. I was fascinated. What kind of beetle is this and how does it survive? Will this grub always look this way or turn into something else later? My curiosity had taken off and was determined to understand as much as possible about wild creatures and natural places. Do you remember your first nature experience?