Yes to memories of climbing trees! Our fruit trees weren't big enough to climb, but we had a cottonwood that became the kool-aid tree. We'd haul up kool-aid packets and eat the dry powder 🤪
This brought back so many memories! I, of course, was a tree climber but there was an additional connection, or two, to this story. After I journal in the morning, I go back to my childhood and try to remember something from that time that brought me happiness and this morning it was climbing trees to eat cherries when I was at my grandma's house. My cousin was paralyzed by polio and, when we were finished eating our fill, we'd bring some down for Leslie when he was home from the hospital. It is a memory that still makes me smile!
Yes to memories of climbing trees! Our fruit trees weren't big enough to climb, but we had a cottonwood that became the kool-aid tree. We'd haul up kool-aid packets and eat the dry powder 🤪
I remember eating kool-aid powder! I had forgotten until you mentioned it. Thanks for the reminder, dear friend!
This brought back so many memories! I, of course, was a tree climber but there was an additional connection, or two, to this story. After I journal in the morning, I go back to my childhood and try to remember something from that time that brought me happiness and this morning it was climbing trees to eat cherries when I was at my grandma's house. My cousin was paralyzed by polio and, when we were finished eating our fill, we'd bring some down for Leslie when he was home from the hospital. It is a memory that still makes me smile!
That's a very cool parallel to this story and in our lives! I did pick cherries for my sister. She had had surgery on her leg (not due to a fall).
This story made me think about my childhood where we climbed trees and picked berries all summer long
We tend to forget about those fun moments in our lives. I enjoyed remembering as I wrote it!