Essasy written describing in detail a favorite childhood place

Out the front door and down two steps got me to the lower portion of my back deck. I then swung a right and went down three more steps. I followed the trampled path of grass through the back yard, right to the edge of my property. I laughed inside because my dad always had some remark on how his grass never looked nice in the back. I then thought to myself, we followed the path multiple times a day anyways, and would always continue to do so. By this time, I hit the end of the yard and into the woods. One, two, three, four...I counted the steps that I knew by heart that would take me…