Willow Tree

The tree behind my yard has always been there. It's a willow tree. It's very big and makes a lot of mess when it drops its leaves.

I always wished the house was closer to it, but it was impossible. I always wished the willow tree had a treehouse like in the movies, but that one was never built. I remember climbing that tree, almost to the very top, but I can't do it anymore. The big thick branch that I had to lean on to climb further up is gone, and now all I have to do is walk up to the tree and look up, imagining myself up there. I would sit in that tree every day and just look at everything around me, but I can't do that anymore.

It's been a long time since the last time I sat in that tree. I remember it. I hid in the branches and watched people walk by and talk about different things. It struck me that I could hear conversations but not participate in them. I thought I was a spy and it was fun. Even then, I was already playing by myself.

03.05.2023 16:09

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