The frost-bitten October wind tousles your hair and nips at your cheeks. Your soccer practice ended late today, the street lights have just come on and it’s already well into dusk. You’re worried that you will miss dinner, as today your mother has made your absolute favourite and you're determined to get more than your share of the sumptuous Pillsbury crescent rolls. You tighten your scarf around your neck and shove your hands deeper into the pockets of your hoodie. The sound of your footsteps on the concrete resound throughout the street, you're approaching the entrance to a small wooded park which is a straight-shoot to your home. Looking into the park you consider whether you should cut through the woods or continue on the main road around the park.