Once upon a time, there was a house in need of a tree.
A tree was planted, though it was hard to tell at first. Small in size but mighty in strength, it survived a few years of being tripped over, snow-heavy winters, and almost being ground to bits by a lawn mower to become a fixture of the neighborhood.
As it grew, it became a natural backdrop for first-day-of-school pictures
and Halloween costumes.
It provided ample shade for bike-riding summers
and plenty of leaves to play with during the fall.
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It weathered rain
It endured many, many years of Christmas lights
and even more risky firework activities.
But as the tree grew taller and taller, its roots grew too, damaging the driveway of the house. No one remembered what the front of the house looked like anymore, having been overshadowed by the tree that would not stop growing.
Even climbing the tree had lost some of its appeal, as most weren't keen on risking their lives to do so.
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And so the tree was removed, and the house was without a front-yard tree once more.
But the spirit of the tree lived on.
Thank you, dear tree, for the memories.
