What's our story.
Just about exactly fifty years ago, my sister and I each planted a seed. We took care to make certain they had water but other than that we mostly just took pride in our little trees.
A few years later our family moved to another part of the city. Along with all our toys and bicyles and everything else that was in the house, we packed up our trees. They were still quite small
so we needed dig but small holes to get them out of the garden and carry them to the family car. We each chose a spot
in our new home for our trees. My sister planted her little tree at the back of the yard and I planted my little tree at the side of the yard across from the back door. Both trees took well to their new
homes and grew to be big and strong. As a teenager I often climbed my tree and sat and watched the comings and goings. Usually I went undetected in my tree. We have all moved since then.
Sometimes I think about my tree and wonder how it is doing.