Sunday, July 7, 2013

Book Two - Snippet #6

I’ve always loved this particular oak tree. When I was a kid, my sisters and I would ride our bikes past this house because it was a challenge to navigate under its long, sturdy branches that even today still drape over the sidewalk. It felt like we were entering a cave or secret hiding place that only we knew about. Families from the neighborhood posed for Christmas pictures using this magnificent tree as the background. It must be over 200-years-old.  Its trunk is so thick that even as an adult, I can’t wrap my arms around it. The trees branches are as big as most normal trees’ trunks. Its branches have always reminded me of sculpted arms waiting to hold and support the kids in the neighborhood that need its shelter. Right now, those arms that the tree branches remind me of have landed me in my therapist office staring out the window at my favorite tree.


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