When I was growing up in Glen Ellyn, there was a beautiful big hawthorn tree on our corner. As kids we climbed this tree, branches for each of us. Three friends, Roger (the daring) at the top, Craig in the middle, and me at one of the lower branches. On my first solo ride on a bike, I crashed into that tree. Others climbed and fell from this beautiful hawthorn. With so many falls from this tree, my dad decided it best to take it down. I will always miss that tree.
I replaced the hawthorn with a sugar maple, planted as a sapling from the Arbor Day Foundation. It's nearly the same caliper of the hawthorn, but probably a third taller. It has grown quickly, despite being transplanted three times.