Curiosity killed the cat

Whenever I think of stories
I always set them in this place
A forest, vaguely,
A dim fire
Some blurred huts
I try to figure out where this place is
where I have seen it before

And when I cannot
I let it be

Since I figured out
That the last place I used to imagine
Was my old shcool grounds
It lost its mystery

How long is this forest and fire going to holD?