My Favourite Place's Forest

why my favourite place is forest ? because my grand father is The Forest Ranger. Taking care of forests has been . he very love it, eventhough sometimes it can be very dangerous, he could lose he life. In my duties, I rarely face great problems, just small groups of illegal loggers and non-serious violations such as littering, grafting, and camping in illegal places. he had one bad experience that changed he life forever. It happened three years ago, on a dark cold night....

he was so worried, the weather was hot and there had been no rain for a long time. The trees in the forest were dry as a bone. It would just take a tiny spark to turn the whole forest into a raging sea of fire. Then, in the afternoon from my watchtower high above the trees, he saw a thin spiral of smoke.

Fire! he yelled aloud. Fire fighters rushed to the blaze in trucks. Working as fast as they could, the men battled against the blaze with streams of water. They started to chop down trees and dig up the ground to keep the fire from spreading. Then, came the aeroplanes dumping massive amounts of water treated with special chemicals to put off the blazing forest. From other planes came men with parachutes. These men were fire fighters called smoke jumpers. They parachuted into places that men on the ground cannot reach easily. This is very dangerous work because no one can save them if they get into trouble.

Finally, in six hours, the firemen had stopped the spread of fire. Thousands of trees had become blackened stumps had been saved. Then, he heard a terrible ringing sound coming from inside of the trees. Oh my God... it was a horrible dream. People in yellow everywhere, a great fire sparking, aeroplane engines were roaring over my head.

Since then, he always be careful. Especially when he check the camping area or in the holiday season where many people come to the forest. Not one single active cigarette left or camp fire remains. he will not let the forest fire. he said.