the Stranger in the Shadows

the Old Tree

As a young child, I was a happy person with many good qualities and a good life. My parents were understanding and I always had a good sense of freedom and was some what careless.

It was to my surprise that my parents got a divorce when I was in 9th grade. I didn't think much of it due to the fact that they both were great parents and nothing would change with how much they loved me.

Once they seperated, dad moved from Houston to Mont Belvieu which wasn't too far way. Mom stayed downtown and purchased a cute little condo and I had my own room which I loved.

Every other weekend when I had off from college classes, I went to my dad's house and spent a few days with him. In his backyard, there was a tree that I always was fascinated with. I often went to sit under it's wide, protecting branches and read books or sketched what ever I was feeling. Sometimes I felt like I had some connection to it and it was something I could always turn to to comfort me in times of hardship or doubt.

It was truly a part of me.