When I was a kid, the neighborhood kids would join us most every day to form a secret club, have a pet funeral, ride bikes, or climb a tree. The favorite climbing tree was the pine in our back yard. I don’t know how tall it was 30 years ago, but it was tall enough to scare me when the top swayed in the wind.
We built tree forts and swung upside down from the branch closest to the fence. One time we each tried to be the one to tie the ribbon highest in the tree. And we always stayed away from the electrical line that ran past the lower branches. But most of all we all tried to keep that one important rule: If you’re not big enough to climb up yourself, you can’t climb the tree.
Why the memories all of a sudden? Well, mom and dad had the pine tree cut down this week. It appears that the neighbors were having a tree cut down and the tree company offered to cut it down for a discounted rate. So, it’s gone. Too bad. It would have been nice to climb it one more time … just for old time’s sake.