“The Woods” provided mystery. “The only patch of woods in our flat world of cotton and soybean fields passed the window in a dark blur.” Kids see the world through creative and colorful lenses, their imaginations pushed to high gear. If you’ve read my book, The Accidental Salvation of Gracie Lee, you know about this particular stand of trees. Gracie Lee and her little sister, Abby, studied the woods from the back seat of Momma’s car each time they traveled to and from Boon Chapel—at a minimum, twice on Sunday.
Any place unusual in the Delta was considered interesting and worthy of extra thought and usually given a special name such as Thrill Hill or Dead Man’s Curve or Blue Hole.
But especially The Woods.
Tales of such places had been reinforced over and over by age-old fairy tales so important they came bound in books with golden spines. Little Red Riding Hood walked through the forest to visit her grandmother and found a Big Bad Wolf instead. Hansel and Gretel ran into trouble in a similar sounding place. Maybe right in Mississippi County? No one said for sure.
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Taylor Swift, Out of the Woods