July 8, 2011
There was a stand of very tall pine trees in the back yard along the property line between us and the neighboring farm field. I used to sweep dried pine needles into gently raised rows, creating the “walls” for various rooms between the lower pine boughs, and would play there for hours. I also loved climbing the pine trees, as I could get up high enough to see over our house, or across the corn field. At that height, the trunks of the pine trees would sway slightly with the breeze, which was almost better than any amusement park ride.