The Tree and Me

An old oak tree, childhood memories and a cedar box come together for what would be the last time. Whether our memories consist of sunshine and unicorns or bat shit craziness, the events of our past have shaped us into the well rounded or in my case, the slightly misshapen individuals we eventually become. This small narrative revisits the past and walks the reader through the twists and turns of an average middle aged woman who could have been a mermaid but instead found her wings and soared A reflection of the people, places and things that mold us from the inside out. "We are like bird nests bound together with a little of this and a little of that" Cindi Walton