when i was around the age of twelve all the neighborhood gang and i were obsessed with climbing trees. conveniently enough we all lived around the stake center. which was lined with trees. after school, on the weekends, and just about any time you could find one, two, or the whole gang up in one of OUR trees. a typical Saturday would consist of climbing our favorite tree (we all had our own spots) and bringing a picnic. we had the usual: Pb&j, fruit snacks, Capri suns, animal crackers,chips, and carrots to dip in Italian dressing. one Saturday most of us were there and we decided to carve our initials/names into the tree. it was our bond. i even wrote my FIRST college paper on friendship and included this story. i remember feeling so guilty for carving my name in the tree. i need to climb that tree and see if you can still see them :)
oh the good ol' days...
xoxo
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