When I was younger I would take these walks around the neighborhood. My childhood was spent outside either in my yard or around the neighborhood. I knew it by heart. I would ride bikes and walk around that neighborhood over and over again. I could probably walk it now blindfolded. I remember this huge massive tree in one part of my neighborhood. It was always took me to a different place.
You see, the tree was massive and the leaves were massive. They would change into all sorts of colors and it was just bewildering to me. It was a tree unlike the others, it seemed like it was taken from the north and planted right here, in my neighborhood. I liked imagining where it had been and what it had seen. I wondered why it was so different then the others.
I remember walking on the sidewalk near the tree and stepping on the leaves it produced, hearing that crunch sound was my main motivation. I haven’t been back there in a while. I haven’t looked to see if that tree is still there. I hope it is. My parents still live there so I hope it’s still there so that one day I can bring my kid there to enjoy the big massive crunchy leaves.
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