This is where I lived, age 8-12. I was in the tree on the left, for most of the time we lived there. I was all tomboy, an oversized seven up t-shirt and a baseball cap. I would sit in it for hours with my next door neighbour. It always became some sort of important role in whatever game we played . It was my childhood, every best memory was there. I went by a few years ago, house is gone, trees, gone and even my public school.. gone. Glad I got pictures when I did. I looked through our old albums, not one picture of me in the tree.
I still climb trees, if there is a branch low and long, I gotta climb it. The last one was within the last five years. My sister in law has an awesome tree right now, I haven’t officially sized it up, but it is on my radar. Our trees at that house were a common source of entertainment. I had a hiding spot for special stuff up there. The fall was spent raking and disappearing under the leaves. I took a long time to bag them, once they were bagged, the fun was over.
This could be the root of the summer/ fall love. I had fun in the winter too, but I hated being cold. Spring, I hated being wet. Is it really hardwired to the past? Or just personal comfort? I love rain in the summer. I take a blanket in the chillier part of the day in summer, to sit at a fire. I really don’t know. I do know, I am going to check out that tree and see if I can get into it!
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