Childhood places of living, farming, climbing, imagining, creating, biking, swimming, loving, eating, learning and working.  Not in that order and not representative of the depth to which each of these things played roles in my life and forming my little self.  Work, the pinnacle memory of my childhood, despite how sports would form me, the work always came before anything.  The discipline and the development of being fiercely efficient while making sure the work was done to perfection.  That was a learning process.  The tree where I would dream and built a tree house.  The Range, where one of the my favorite childhood trees lived, The Range where we would walk "by our (little) selves" for the first of a million times, to my grandparents home.  It was "long" and an adventure the likes of which my imagination would explode with some narrative, until I walked into my grandparents home.  The wall I would write on for reasons that I can only imagine had everything to do with my creative brain and rebellion, but what also made sense to me - at six years old.  The swing set where I would swing so high.  I know we dared each other to do flips off of them.  (I may have.) I was always tumbling, cartwheeling, monkey-barring myself everywhere and why I ended up in gymnastics, while being obsessed with ballet. The road where I would ride bike to, so I could lay down in the middle of the corn field tunnel, never knowing if a car was coming, only to squeal and hop-up when cars would round the blind corner.   The river where we would catch newts, put them in white buckets and give them new homes.  The place we would skip rocks for hours unending.  The creek where I would ride bike by, which was near a huge home that I was always curious about, but also imagined it was scary inside too.  The swim club that was the end goal of finishing work every summer day.  I was taught about FOMO before social media every reimagined it.  I have since only had a sense of being present, not really caring about what is out of my control, or what others are doing.  It probably also fueled my introversion and the desire to not be where everyone else was...and likely why I, to this day, don't love a "trend".  There are life lessons in each of those pictures, curiosity and some serious sadness to see my favorite two trees gone.