
At the first DeRonja house, there was a beautiful crabapple tree in the front yard. I loved climbing in the top of that tree to read my books, surrounded by the pink blossoms and sweet scent. I didn't even care about all the bees. I made Dad promise never to cut it down. He didn't. We eventually moved to a new neighborhood and the people who bought our old house cut it down.
Eva asked me, "What did you do when you didn't have your tree to climb anymore?" I thought about it and, unfortunately, the answer was "I cried." So, the scrappy old pine is here to stay.

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