Article March 9, 1974 Issue

THE GLASS FOREST

(Written at age 9)

Jeffrey Maynard Whiting

One morning when I was going to school, the road that I always took looked very different.

The night before was so cold that when it rained it froze. The morning light, shining on the trees and bushes, made them look like a glass forest. The same old road was so different that I felt I had never been there before.

This forest seemed real—looked real, even felt real—but it wasn't. Then on my way home from school it looked exactly the same as always. The sun had melted all the ice away.

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