Mulberry Tree

My parents have a big mulberry tree in their front yard. I spent a lot of my childhood in it. I used to think of it as a house, it had different rooms - kitchen, bedrooms, entry way, backdoor. When it finally blooms in spring it has quite big leaves, it's actually very shading and full to where you could hide in it. I would hide there and watch people walk by on the sidewalk just to see if they noticed me. I think I scared my mom a couple times when she went out to get in her car, not know that I had been in the tree waiting for her. My dad was never as easily scared, I would wait for him to get home from work, but he never seemed surprised to find me up there. I had even wanted to spend the night it in a few times, I think my idea was shot down by the fact that I would probably fall and break something; an arm... or the car... It's grown a lot since I was a kid, my dad has trimmed away a couple of the rooms and new rooms have grown in other places. Boo isn't quite big enough to climb it herself, I give her a few more years and I'm sure I find her in it a lot more. She just seems the monkey type of kid who loves climbing trees. While we were there, she would've spent every free minute she had up in it, expect her mom is mean and made her come inside. I let her eat a fruit snack in it and she was just tickled pink. Because it brings her happiness I actually got a few good pictures of her up in it.

I feel nostalgic about mulberry trees in memory of my parents tree; it was a pleasant surprise to move into our house now and have four, two in both front and backyard.