Literature
The Mulberry Tree
During my teen years, I had a place to hide away and dream. That place was my
mulberry tree. It was my sanctuary, the place where I could be myself, and I ran there
with all of my joys and troubles. I grew there, and changed, and matured, and though I
eventually grew out of it, I will never forget how it affected my life.
It started when my family moved from an apartment in town to a small farm in the
country. One day I got upset over something, (I can't remember what it was, now) and I
ran into the field next to our farm. In the front there was a row of small, scraggly trees
and in the middle of those trees was a giant mulbe