This Used to Be My Playground

When I was a child growing up on the farm, I used to play in the pasture behind our house. Under this tree, and the ones neighboring it, I spent long hours dragging fallen tree branches to make walls for rooms, items from the junk yard to use as furniture, and the canopy of the trees as a roof to ‘build’ a play house for me and my friends. We’d bring our dolls and play for hours.

The trees in the pasture has seen better days, but the memories remain.