Arrival at Pinewood Forest

The old station wagon, affectionately nicknamed ‘The Wanderer’ by its three eager occupants, rattled and coughed its way down the dusty track, each bump sending a fresh jiggle of excitement through Tina, Eva, and Kitty. Sunlight dappled through the towering pines, painting shifting p

atterns on the worn upholstery and illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Outside, the world was a blur of emerald green and earthy brown, a wild invitation to adventure that made their hearts beat a little faster.

“Are we there yet?” Kitty’s voice, bright