I remember, as a little girl, one of my favorite things to do was to find a tree with just the right crooked branch. One that curved just enough for me to lie in. I called it my “reading” branch. I would grab a mystery book, climb into my tree and lay there and read. What fun! You would think that time would pass slowly, but it didn’t. Before long it was time to climb down.
I also remember climbing a tree in my Brownies’ uniform/dress and falling out of it, splat! It knocked the wind out of me, but I didn’t hold a grudge against the tree!
These days I just love to take photos of gorgeous trees.
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