The Orange Tree
There was a time where the smallest things seemed to be like they were the biggest. Like no problem big or small could ever be resolved. Back when getting in trouble for something you did was the worst of your problems. Back when using something that wasn’t yours was so bad that you felt like it was the end of the world. Back when orange seeds led you to such a huge problem that you felt like you couldn’t ever fix anything.
This all began when i was just a young girl, around 6 years old. I had always been a fruit person. Apples, oranges, grapes, whatever fruit it happened to be I would eat it. But oranges just happened to be my absolute favorite. I would always ask my parents if we could have an orange tree. It would have been a lot more convenient that way, since the fact that I ate all the oranges in one day. And that caused my mother to run to the store to buy me more oranges. My parents didn’t agree that we should have an orange tree. Partially because we couldn’t since we lived in an apartment. But also because my older brother George was allergic to oranges and I happened to be the only one that liked them. George and I had a hobby of rollerblading. We would roam around the whole place looking for new and exciting tracks that we could ride on. One day we discovered this huge garden underneath Mrs. Franklin’s staircase. She was the lady that lived across the meadow in front of our apartment complex. George and I examined the garden and it amazed me that After all the times that we had skated past that building and had never noticed it. Seeing that garden gave me all kinds of ideas. Since my parents wouldn’t let me grow a orange tree in our garden, then why not plant the seeds for the orange tree in Mrs. Franklin’s garden. It sounded like an excellent idea at the time. So for the next few weeks I saved all the orange seeds that I could save. After I saved as much seeds as I needed I figure I would start the planting process. My mom...
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