(touching music) – [Matt] My family started
visiting these cabins, in Colorado in 1992. I was five and my brother was only two. – Michael.
– What? – Fishing.
– Big trout. – [Matt] Creeks. Horseback rides. For kids with too much energy, this was the perfect place
to spend a week every summer. – [Father] Yeah, gonna get that. Buy mom! – [Matt] Time seemed to
stop here or more correctly, time slowed down to the
speed of the forest, as slow as the spruce trees
around these cabins would grow. To me and my brother, in this
forest, it was always 1992. Five and two year olds grow
faster than pine trees though. And soon, we weren’t so young anymore. Carefree childhood gave way to the worlds reality and strife. But we could always return to this place to remember our youth. Like a fire, the world burned
away our childhood dreams and soured our relationship. Back in Colorado, a fire nearly took our
forest retreat as well. Fires cleanse as well as burn though and in the end, our brotherhood returned with a stronger bond than ever. New life springs up
after every forest fire and though our cabins
were surrounded by smoke, in the end they still stood. This summer, we came back
to our Colorado cabins. It’s being 27 years since our first visit, but to us, this place
still feels like 1992. These cabins may be unchanged, but we are. This time, I brought
along my own daughter. And it’s my hope that
she’ll make memories here, the same as I did. – [Father] Ah, that’s my boy. – [Matt] Here, it’s always 1992. Here we’re always five and two.