[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 430px; text-align: justify;]Their little neighbourhood was nestled away in the woods, where thickets crept into their backyards and it was a ten minute walk through the forest to the nearest road. A failed housing project, the one street that had been built was now occupied by a strange collection of people; nature lovers, bird watchers, those searching for seclusion from the rest of society or simply a cheap place to stay.
It was an interesting place, an almost eerie mix of nature and suburbia. And although he had no movie theaters or shopping centers to visit with his friends – or indeed, any friends his age – Dakota wasn’t one to get bored easily.
The young boy was skateboarding. No fancy tricks, simply standing on the board, putting down a foot occasionally to push him along, and laughing as the familiar candy-coloured houses blurred in his peripheral vision. He was right in the middle of the street, no cars to worry about here. When the asphalt started to trail away to dirt and undergrowth and pine-needles, he would simply shake his ginger hair out of his face and turn around to travel the other way down a road that lead to nowhere.
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