I’ve spent the duration of my life in a small cul-de-sac in the beautiful Oaks of Devonshire. This neighborhood derived its namesake from the massive trees that tower over the streets and homes. They bring about a mystical feel to the subdivision, like our lives are playing out in a storybook. The sprawling branches that tangle in my backyard inspired many adventures for my little brother, Alex, and I to embark on. One week we were daring explorers mapping the dark forest, and the next we were super heroes flying to the rescue. As we grew older, new additions to the backyard created new scenarios. A rope swing tied to a sturdy branch allowed us to make death-defying leaps, and a swimming pool sent us on a dolphin rescue mission. But no matter what changes were brought about, the ancient trees remained.
Time went on, and soon I reached my High School years. I was on the Cross Country team back then, but I still searched for different ways to exercise, to change up my routine. It didn’t take long for me to discover bike riding, and the explorations of my neighborhood that it brought along with it. During one particular bike ride, I stumbled upon my new well of inspiration. Nestled in the back corner of my neighborhood was a newly built community park. The moment my feet hit the gravel pathways, I fell in love. The same oaks that dimpled my memories stood proud here, but in greater numbers. Gravel pathways winded through their stumps, encircling three sparkling ponds. Ripples raced across their surface as a family of ducks waddled into the cool water. As I journeyed deeper, I grew tired and rested at one of the picnic tables. As I struggled to catch my breath, I glanced around at my surroundings. My perch at the table was at the peak of a hill, jutting me out above one of the lakes. A few branches generously stretched their oaken arms out over me, offering me shade. I was at peace.
The proceeding times I visited, and there were a great number of them, I brought my homework with me. Time and time again I was drawn back to the inspiration those trees reserved within their depths. The breeze brushed past me and I worked. And though I will soon journey on to college, the trees and their spirit will remain with me forever.