The Maple in the Back Yard of 895 Waterford Drive Her trunk and a long piece of rope provide a home for cotton sheets, beach towels, and bathing suits a testament of children's devotion to summer.
Thick branches spread like eagle's wings, allowing three young girls to be gymnasts.
Legs curl tightly round the low-lying arms, while calf muscles pulse from gripping the rough bark. The manicured green becomes a hazy sea as my head begins to swell, dizzy from the rush of blood and energy. Mere seconds before the vessels burst, I pull up, releasing the pressure. Only to swoop down and soar again one second later. Heads and arms fly in unison, while golden torsos swing to the gentle rhythm of laughter.