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Lovely article as usual. I too had a thinking tree. I think all kids do at one time or another. Reading your story brought back some wonderful memories. I grew up in rural Wyoming and my "yard" was acres and acres of ranch land. I had permission to roam the land at will and I would often follow the creek to the area where the trees were and that's when I found a beautiful cottonwood tree. I was able to get myself up pretty high and once in my resting spot I would just sit, think and contemplate the years ahead of me. Oh the dreams, aspirations and plans I had while sitting in that tree. I had a backpack and in it was a packed meal, books and everything. When I wasn't off searching for arrow heads or remnants of early settlements in the valley, this is where I was -- in my tree. I don't make it back there much any more. The last time was 2003. That tree is still there.
What a beautiful memory, Benny. Cottonwoods are great, and have you listened to them? They tell a beautiful story when the wind whispers through them.
Your growing up years sound much like mine, you had acres and acres and I had hills and valleys for back yards. And of course those trees still stand, and will continue to for longer than we do, I think.
Thank you for writing, I enjoy hearing about your experiences. Nice memories.
It is always a pleasure to hear from you.
Sharon
