When my fiancé and I went for a walk, I saw this beautiful tree. One of those trees that has fought hard against the wind and even though it went through a struggle, it didn’t give in.
It reminded me of this beautiful pear tree we had in the garden of the house I grew up in. At first I could only climb on to the trunk. I would grab the first branch I could reach tightly and would sit there, all proud of my achievement. Admittedly it wasn’t that much of an achievement, as I was hardly a meter above the ground. But then again, 1 meter is quite a lot when you’re not much taller than that yourself.
As the years passed I continued to climb that tree regularly, until I was brave enough to make it to the end of the last branch. And then I would just sit there, daydreaming, looking at the pears, our back garden and our house…
When I turned 13 we moved away. But until this day, 12 years later, I still dream about that house, the old pear tree and the beautiful garden. In my dreams it is still my home.
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