The Tree in My Parent’s Backyard

It is gone now, it was torn out to make room for an addition on the house. I think that I was 20, which means that the tree that was my hideout and secret place has been gone for 16 years now.

I used to climb it daily, rest in it’s branches and use it as a launching pad onto the roof of the house. There was a section in which two branches met perfectly, intersected to form a perfect chair. A seat that I could use for my thinking. A seat that was comfortable and it allowed me enough comfort to sleep, to nap.

It was my sanctuary, my fortress and the place I hid from the world in. My tree is gone now, forever removed from the earth, but eternally burnt upon my mind.

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3 Comments

  1. mquest February 3, 2005 at 4:03 am

    At least you can return to it in your mind.

  2. Jack's Shack February 2, 2005 at 2:57 pm

    Yep, it was my very own Giving Tree. We read that story to the children sometimes.

  3. Anonymous February 2, 2005 at 7:00 am

    the giving tree….

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