I love the tree in this photo. I love how grand it is, how it's branches reach out long and strong. I love how thick the trunk is, and the history behind all the rings hidden beneath it. I wonder how long it has been there, what it has seen. How many kids have climbed up to sit on it's branches.
When I was a kid, and needed to get away from everything, I could usually be found sitting in a tree. The backyard of my house lined a tree filled forest with plenty of branches to sit on. I was devastated the day my grandpa cut down the big tree in my front yard that was perfect for climbing. There is just something about sitting high up in a tree alone that put me at ease and made me happy.
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