Jennifer
S
May 1, 2018
There was an ash tree in the front yard of my childhood home. Although there were many trees in our yard, this tree stood alone. I used to spend warm summer days sitting in my tree, gazing at the neighborhood from my six-foot-high vantage point. I felt so content. I loved that tree.
My tree no longer stands in my parent’s yard, but every time I return home, I can still see it.
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