My home was a small village that was surrounded by the famous Crooked Forest in Western Poland. The forest contains about 400 pine trees that grow with a 90 degree bend at the base of their trunks. I was carrying wood when I heard my mom calling me. “Aniela, sweetie, can you please come to the kitchen?†I dropped the wood and went to her side. She was waiting for me by our cabin’s door. “What do you need, Mom?†“I am baking a couple of pies and I ran out of berries. Can you please pick some for me? “Okay, Mom, I will bring as many berries as I can hold in my bag.†I was walking as fast as I could to come back before dark when I saw a big wall forming ahead of me. I knew the woods very well and I definitely didn’t see that wall before. When I reached the wall I saw an old man standing by a double wood door. He opened it and I was able to have a peek at some incredible inhabitants.