In the yard behind my house is a large tree, which has been called by some an ugly tree. I tell
them beauty is in the eye of the beholder, because to me the tree is beautiful and it will always
have special memories for me. It’s my climbing tree.
I live in Florida with my parents and have lived in the same house all my life. I have seen a lot of
people come and go in our neighborhood. I have a lot of good memories.
In 1986 there were four girls born on my street, Amber was born in March, me in July, Shana in
October and Nicole in November. We became best friends and have remained friends even though
they are living in other parts of the country now. I write and receive mail regularly and of course now
we have computers we talk, its nice to talk about things we done when we were all together and what
If trees could talk my climbing tree could tell a lot of stories. The terrible four which were what
Amber Shana Nicole and I were called spent many hours talking and sharing secrets in the climbing tree.
When I was twelve years old my cousin Jessica came to live with us. It was very hard adapting
to another person in our house I was an only child and all of a sudden there was two of us. I had to learn
to share not only my stuff, but also my parents and Grandparents to. It was a time for adjustment for us all, and
we survived. Now I enjoy having a sister to talk to and share my thoughts with. There is still sibling rivalry
between us but my grandma tells me this is normal.