It was a spring afternoon at Muir Woods. I distinctly remember this fifth grade field trip. As I walked with the breeze behind my back and sun warming my face, I looked up in awe at all of the redwood trees. I started with the base of the round, brown trunk with rough and jagged edges. Then my eyes passed the long, thin branches and soon met the tip of one of the tallest trees in the world. It seemed almost as if the leaves were touching the sky. I continued along the path with the crunch of the leaves beneath my feet, chirp of the birds above my head, and the laughter of my peers next to my side.