Upon recently visiting his childhood home for the first time in many years, my husband discovered that a tree he loved to seek shelter under as a child had been torn down. He was pretty stunned by this loss. After getting over the initial ‘shock,’ he drew closer to examine the stump, and eventually chiseled off a small piece of wood to take home with him. Now all that’s left are sweet memories. No matter how old we are, we all have memories of a favorite tree from our childhoods, and although many of us have found new favorite trees since then, those from childhood are sure to always hold a special place in our hearts. One of my childhood favorites is shown below: a little crab apple tree—a favorite principally because it was the first tree I was able to climb up into independently. Mom came outside to look for me and was surprised to find me up there. I suspect that she probably helped me down!
How about you? Any favorite tree in your childhood?