Aaahhhhh shit. Caught all the feels in this remembering my childhood in the late 80’s—climbing trees and thinking the same as you about the tree outside my window. I still get nostalgic seeing my parents front yard when I go home now that the tree’s gone. Time spent thinking, dreaming, exploring.

I find it harder to disconnect like you, but I’m trying. At the same time my job and everything I do seems to draw me right back in (even to writing here on Medium). Thank you for the beautiful reminder.

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