I remember as a child I would sit at night listening to the moonlit orchestra of crickets and spring peepers while watching the countless fireflies light up the night. It was a peaceful existence when I was young. Nothing bothered me. Nothing unsettled me. I was young and innocent. What happened? Even now, I sit alone at night with nothing but my thoughts to listen to, nothing but a blanket to cradle me, and nothing to see but the darkness of the woods.