Today, I wish I was ten again…I would go out behind my house and climb our horse chestnut tree.
The higher I climb, the farther away my problems would seem…I would climb until I felt comfortable, but not afraid of the heights I had reached. I would sit in the tree until I felt like coming down (or until my mom calls me for supper).
But, realistically, the tree was cut down, the victim of some disease particular to horse chestnut trees. The house no longer belongs to our family. And my mom died three years ago.
I need a new tree…