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Anthropomorphize - to ascribe human form or attributes to (an animal, plant, material object, etc.)
I grew up romping in the woods. And when I say romping, I mean breaking things and throwing things and shooting things and burning things and damming things up... real good old devastation kind of romping. Imagine my surprise and chagrin, then, when I took my best college girl to the woods; I commenced to romping around as usual, and she was taken aback. What are you doing? She asked. I'm romping, I explained, stomping on a patch of ice to see the cracks my heel would make. Well cut it out! She commanded. Why? I wanted to know. And she proceeded to explain to me that nature is precious and we should treasure it peacefully and not alter it by romping around. That was a lovely patch of ice, she said, and now it's all ugly cracks! Where she was from, as it turned out, the woods was not called the woods. It was called a nature preserve. And that's what was done there. Nature was preserved. No romping whatsoever. Now, I really liked this girl, and I desperately wanted her to continue to like me back, so thenceforth, while I was with her, I kept my romping to a minimum. What I was at a loss for words to express at that time was that romping is, well, natural. It may not be appropriate for say, a state park, but for a little backwoods on some owned land, I still contend that romping is the fit and proper way to interact with a wooded environment. I think the woods would agree.