One of the keys

As I think on the assignment at hand.  In the back yard of my moms home was my favorite place in the world, I was ten years old and a tom boy. This tree meant the world to me,it looked as if it was 20 feet tall and had a massive trunk and the branches were as wide as atleast 2 telephone poles put together it was my special place. Somewhere that I could go and didn't have to worry about my mom following me. And a place where my brother couldn't get to, because he didn't know how to climb a tree. I spent hours up there, to lay on a branch and llook up at the sky and try to figure out what shapes the clouds made up. And on occassion napping and eat my dinner, my home away from home.