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Two Trees
Trees are symbols of life, yet there have only been 2 trees through out my life, that symbolized anything.
The first tree, was in Florida, where i was born, and where i spent my childhood years. There was this huge tree, in my neiborhood, where i always found myself going, when ever i needed to get away. I started going to it, when i was only 5 years old. It made me feel comfort, safe, alone, and it was the one place that was calm, and quiet. Nobody to yell at me, nobody to hurt me, nobody to make fun of me. Just me and the tree. I named it lucky. Cause i was lucky i found it. It was this big tree, with tons of long thick smooth branchs, that seemed to curl and twist into shapes. It was magical, and enchanting. I would climb up, and sit on one of its high branchs and let my legs dangle below me, and just stare out into the world around. I useally found myself, looking across the feild into the water, on the other side.It was a place where nobody could bother me, and i knew i was safe. Best part was, nobody knew where i was. It was my secort hiding spot, my only escape, if only for a little while. Nobody but me ever knew thats where i would run off to, till i shared it with 2 friends, when i was 9 years old. I took my friends gab, and nick with me, and we all sat in the tree, named lucky. And the next year i was forced into another school, but i still saw gab and nick, cause gab lived above me, and nick visited. But then after that, year, i was forced to move, to another state, and i didnt even get to say goodbye, to anyone, expt my lucky tree. I only hope that the tree is still there, and that it serves another child well, as it did me.
The second tree, Was in North Carolina, where i moved away to, and spent my teen years. It was in a park, that i found this medium, tree, it wasnt small, yet not as huge as the other, but it was simlar, in discription. Smooth, long, and had branchs in strange shapes and sizes. This tree was a crape mertal, it had no leaves or color yet, it was the begining of april, the last day of spring break. Me and a bunch a friends, desided to gather here, it was my first time going there, where the others have been a many of times before growing up. We walked around the park, talking, laughing, taking strange pictures of each other, and we soon stumbled across the tree. It was right next to a pond. It was beautifull, we all ran to it, and started climbing, soon that was the new picture, that had to be taken. 7 of us where in this tree, the boys hanging half way off the limbs, one girl poseing, me with my girlfriend on my lap, my boyfriend beside us, and my best friend below us all on the trunk of the tree. A old friends sister, was there and took the picture of us all, friends togeather in a tree. The same tree that we all carved our names into, to remember that special day.
So to me, trees are symbols , but only a certain few, symbolize anything, and thats memorys, friendship, and a good place to climb, when you need time to think in absolute silence.
