Sentimental

If anyone read my last post and was all confused as to why I deleted it... I remembered the saying about how if you can't say anything nice don't say anything at all. And, well, I deleted it before I remembered that it had a lot of other nonsense on there too. Oh well.

Anyway. So on one of my mommy board things someone posted those Five questions.. I forget what they are called, something about Friday. (Can I take a wild guess here and say the Friday Five?) One of the questions was if you could be a tree, which one would you be? Instantly I think oak tree. I'm not sure what kind it is, I'll go google and see if I can pull something... apparently its a coast live oak, or something very similar (which makes sense, since there is a music festival every year called Live Oak). When I think of them I smell wood smoke, from the millions of fires I've sat around with friends and family, mostly on the beach. I think of running around the woods or campsites and stepping barefoot on those cupped leaves, they are very stiff and have little pricks on the edges. I think of driving down the highways on warm sunny days, watching millions of those trees crowd the fields and hills and seeing them close and then stop for a brief moment as we whip by. I think of the hundreds of acorns I've collected throughout my life. I think of the first time I got poison oak while camping.. I was 7 and cartwheeling around (why? I dunno) and falling in drifts of leaves, and one of the drifts covered a patch of poison oak. Ha! I also think of climbing. Climbing up and around and along branches, once I went so high I got terrified (I'm scared of heights) and it took me an hour before I could begin inching back down.

I miss those trees. They are always in my memories when I think of my so called home. It's a little sad that I won't ever live near those again. Maybe a different oak tree.