Alone with the Tree
I love the trees. I am always touched by natural beauty of the trees and somehow, they are reminders my childhood. Moreover, they recall some memories I’ve almost forgotten.
I grew up in a small city of China. We had many trees in our yard when I was little. I used to watch the trees, play among the trees with friends and listen to the stories of the trees from my mother. However, when I went to middle school, we had to move because the road was being extended and everyone who lived in our area needed to leave. We left the house where my siblings and I were born in, that had the beautiful trees we used to play with. I was heartbroken and my lighthearted childhood had ended on that day.
The home I wanted to go back to disappeared. My childhood friends I used to play with became strangers and my trees just vanished without a trace. Things have changed and changed and changed. Everything from my childhood became so far away, hazy, then disappeared. Only the trees are still in my memories, in my dream and in my heart. Just like my mother used to say, “They are so strong, beautiful and proud; wherever you go they are always there for you.”
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