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I assume it has seen returning WWII soldiers, who lived in this neighborhood when it was shiny and new. It has looked over fences and roofs to see children playing in their backyards and riding their bikes. It has shaded people who have sat in the yard to have a nice cool drink at the end of a day. It has seen the whole stretch of this surrounding landscape change, even in the 17 years we have lived in this area. It has been hit by baseball bats, plastic swords and sticks- not because of anger, but because there have been boys that have grown up here. Little pirates and knights and warriors of all sorts who have used this tree for practice before fighting the bad guys. And it has taken it all.
It stands as a reminder of life and change. It keeps our little secrets and never tells a soul.