I remember a favorite tree from my childhood, where I happily played in our sandbox that was under it, for many, many happy hours. 

I went there to enjoy many fun filled hours of playing with friends, or with my sister. And yes often, I would just go out there and play very happily by myself. 

I often think of this place in the summertime, as life is supposed to be much more fun and relaxed in the summertime. My Mother used to be able to "dress me up," and then let me go out to play in the sandbox, because I had a knack for staying "clean," no matter how hard, or long I played in that sandbox.

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