Child's Imagination

We would sit in that old apple tree. I smile just thinking about how long we would perch on the dead limbs. Somehow a game came out of the field in my front yard. Courtney was too young to climb the giant, and she would never make it through the high grasses. So that is where Ang and I dwelled all afternoon. Sitting in the hot sun, sipping juice boxes. There were no apples or leaves to entertain us, but we managed. I will never forget the day when it came crashing down. We were still sitting in it. Did you hear that noise? The trunk gave us a warning as it cracked open. It didn't hurt at all; no battle wounds. Only then, butt planted in the dirt, did I realize that the tree wasn't such a giant at all.