Why the long faces?

Way back, a long time ago, when I was a young boy I would play for hours in the woods behind the house where I grew up. There was something peaceful and zen about being all alone in this vast canopy of leaves. Totally surrounded by nature. Just sitting there in the middle of tall trees, creeping vines and fallen branches. I would sit for hours, just listening to the winds flow through the leaves, watching the flying squirrels glide from tree to tree and waiting for the spring peeps to start singing from the nearby bog.