Micki do you remember when Jimmy Johnson tied a rope and tire to my branch, crazy kid nearly broke his fooled neck, little did he know I bend? Ole’ Jimmy, he went flying and I laughed that day! Oh and there was the time when I saw you kissing Mikey, you were 9 and he was 12 you met up right in the of me, he was a goofy boy? Don’t you remember when he leaned it to kiss you and you turned your head and ducked and poor ole’ Mikey he hit my trunk full force with that pinhead of his? Then there was the time your Pa thought I needed a trimming’, so he braced his ladder against my trunk, climbed up and I’ll be darned if he didn’t lean on the branch he was trimming. Flying Dan is what I called him, he went down, chainsaw and all and my branch it hit the ladder and Pa, he hit the ground with a thud. You ran over and so did your brother to see if your Pa was still alive, only thing was he was gasping for air and two nuts were fighting back the laughter. Finally when Pa took a breath, your brother fell out laughing and so did you. Poor Pa, he never was fall proof!
So that brings me to the part of the story how I got here…..I came here so you could find me Micki!
Ain’t I pretty?