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A SPECIAL PLACE INSIDE MY CHILDHOOD
white apple blossom
My Special Tree
In Kentucky our winters usually kept us children inside but when the spring and summer came we just about made the outside our home with playing in the fields and creeks and going to the river for a cool swim. It would make our day to get to go to the river and swim. It felt as though everything had opened up and made us come alive again.
Our father plowed the fields to plant crops that would sustain us for the winter months. Many vegetables would be grown to be canned and preserved to eat when the harvest was well over. Corn crops were planted to eat by us but also to be fed to the livestock. It was in this cornfield that a June apple tree sat for many years before I was even born. It sat right in the middle of the field. Daddy had plowed around it so much that the tree looked as though it sat upon a rise of dirt and grass. My sisters and my brother and I would sit under the tree on the little mound of dirt that made a perfect resting place.We would talk and play and just be kids. This made special memories for me later in life so much so that I wrote a highschool paper on my special place. The place became my spot to get away from everything and think when they all had married and left home. I was the youngest, so that made me the only child left at home. After so much hub and activity from the house being full of children it became too quiet to stand sometimes. I would make my way to the tree to cope with some things that might have become an issue in my teenage life. It was my place to think and read or just be peaceful and not worry about anything.
When we're young we don't think that maybe things won't be there when we wake up to another day but that is just what happened to my tree. We had a season of a lot of rain and where the ground had been plowed around the tree so many times the roots had become partially exposed from the soil and, one morning,I woke up to discover that our tree had succumbed to the weather and was uprooted and laid on it's side. It was the memory of our childhood sanctum being destroyed and it made me sad to think it would no longer be there to run to.
I've since come to realise that, although the tree was the place, my family was the main place to run. The place to share and vent and just be there with them to even enjoy and hold every moment as special because we never know what might take place in our lives when we wake up to another day. Our family can be our sounding board and a place to go to share our cares and troubles when we need an ear to listen. Even though the apple tree had become my special place, the thing that made the memory so sweet and vivid was not the apple tree but the family that was included in that memory.