My Sycamore Tree
The sycamore tree of my youth...oh the memories! Today at my parent's house, sitting in the shade, under the old sycamore tree, I was hit with so many memories. Memories of climbing it, memories of sitting at the picnic table in it's shade, sitting with friends and family on Sunday afternoons after church and a big meal. Jeff, my brother, and I sat under the tree today reminiscing about climbing that tree as fast as we could when the middle names came out of our Mom's mouth! He and I, along with our cousin Mike who lived with us a good part of our childhood, would ultimately get into something we shouldn't, and my Mom would start yelling, using our first AND middle names, so you knew she was serious. Our theory was, if we stayed there long enough, she would cool down. Man, was I good at climbing that tree! So as I sat there today, enjoying the breeze, and my family, I just relived all those good feelings of my youth. No worries, no adult anxiety, no stress. Oh how I w