I don’t remember a lot of my childhood.  It is too  full of fear, anger, and self hatred to grab many happy times.  But I remember climbing a tree.  We called it simply “the climbing tree” (we were apparently extremely imaginative with names).  We ate in it, played tag in it, traded baseball cards in it, and if I ever get the courage to go home I will climb that tree again.  I have purposely forgotten a lot of those years, but I remember that tree.

Seeing the Michigan State campus and that tree are things that I must find a way to see again.