I was probably about four in this memory. I had climbed the tree so high I could see over the roof of our trailer, and I watched the sun set. Climbing down in the dark was a bit scary, but I climbed this particular tree a lot and didn't mind it too much.
Scary things happened around this time, including something I've never forgotten. Well, maybe a few of those. Not many of them good either, unfortunately.
This tree had three big branches that faced our yard, close together. It was high up and I used to actually sleep across them if I was mad at my parents, as neither of them could get up there!
We also had a swingset. We were the only house in our trailer park with one. It was the only period of my life where I was popular.
Though I moved out of this place probably twenty years ago now, in the late 90s, it's still familiar to me. I've tried to find the location of this trailer park many times via google maps with no success. I really do wonder if that tree still stands. I'd like to find it and climb it again.
The window above my head would have been my bedroom.
