We would climb trees whenever we could. If we rode our bikes far enough back in the woods we would build fires and pretend we were cowboys and our bikes were the horses. We found this one tree that became the favorite, it had a natural “V” in it low enough to the ground that made it climbable for everyone. It was a mango tree and we ate the mangoes at all stages of their ripeness. If they were green we would bring sugar or hot sauce, depending on how you felt that day. The tree was the perfect size for all of us to sit on our own branch and we would hash it out about the school work we had that day. Some days we would look for iguanas or frogs, and other days we would build a fire in a newly dug hole in the ground and roast sompopo ants in banana tree juice just for fun.

Madison Gass

Laurel

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