My Tree

We had a big Elm tree just past the lawn that us kids played in. There has to be at least 200 stories involving that old Elm tree. It was a favorite playground for all.  My brother who I have to admit made his million in life started out young making money. He had a way of always talking the rest of us into things or making money off us. I finally learned to hide my money because if he knew I had it, it would become his somehow.

The Elm Tree was a good example. My brother and me are kind of opposites in likes. I wanted to make corrals under the tree for my fences for my toy horses. He wanted race tracks. We fought all the time because when the other was gone we would take their stuff down and expand ours.

Finally my dad getting tired of us fighting over the tree drew a line and half was mine and half was my brothers.  My brother instantly saw this as a money making adventure and went to work making his side of the tree something I would want. He had a toy barn, some fences and then sold me his half of the tree.

What a money maker since he was my playmate as the nearest neighbor was 1/2 mile away and when we had company we all wanted to play under the tree. We had a swing and it was shaded so you know who the smart one was. I owned the tree, he had my money and we all played under the tree and he moved his race tracks.  Easy money for him....