As a child, it was fun to go to the Northern part of the island. un through the cocoa tree barefoot. Through the valley and end on at the steam. Sit on a rock, stick my feet into the cool water, hear the wind whip through the cocoa trees, daydream as I stare into the crystal water trickling does around my feet. Listen to the workers somewhere in the rows of trees. Oh the scent of the forest, how it would linger.