Under a particular tree in the far corner of the soccer field
When I think back to my childhood, this place stands out. If I had to describe it using just a few words I would use peace haven relaxation contentment. It seems that at least twice a week my two best friends and I would end up under this one small tree, as far away from the school as we could get while still being on school property, and just talk. The tree was small, but provided shade, and was far enough away that no one could hear our conversations as we spied on the rest of the kids.
We'd sit in the shade for entire recesses, avoiding the supervisors who would sometimes call us back to the playground. Sometimes we'd play one of our imaginary games, or sometimes we'd just sit there, talking, picking at the grass and braiding dandelions. 'There was a birds' nest in the upper branches, but one day we found a little bird on the ground, dead. It was pink and featherless, recently hatched, it's neck at an unnatural angle. We named it Hope and organized a funeral, which was fitting for such a little bird who thought he could fly when he jumped out of the nest. There was always something to talk about, a way to recharge during the day.
