The morning of the wedding, I awoke at dawn to walk the old familiar paths of Surefall Glade.  I remember like it was yesterday the trees, bears and streams that I shared my childhood with.  My stroll was also special, for I was reunited with old friends that I have not seen since adolescence.

As I passed the Jaggedpine Treefolk, just beyond a small clearing, I saw the most magnificent vista of the Surefall Glade Falls.  Digging deep into my memories, I could not remember a time when it was more beautiful.  Was it the nostalgia that made the falls more breathtaking than I recall it ever being?  Perhaps.  But even that thought could not stop a tear of joy to fall from my eyes.

Surefall Glade once served as my childhood home.
Now it has found its own home *points at chest* in here.