My childhood best friend used to climb these trees all the time. In fact, the tree on the left was a favorite spot for bunny holes. I can't tell you how many times we rode our bikes on the sidewalk here in front on my childhood home every day. One time one of my brothers even got run over by one of our bike's while he was playing chicken with us.; thankfully he was okay & it never happened again.
Two houses down from my old house, where my childhood best friend lived from when we were toddlers until she moved in sixth grade.
This is the tree I dreamed about in sixth grade. My childhood best friend & I ran & hid in it overnight after Jason (from Friday the 13th) killed both our families. In my dream, the police found us still waiting in the tree the next morning.
This was where my mother picked me up from school when I was in fifth grade
& told me about my grandfather passing overnight
after I had seen him in the hospital the previous evening.
I still remember falling apart & thinking it was my fault since I had seen him.
Of course, now I know that's not true but t
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