First grade to fifth grade carried my best childhood memories where two guy friends and I would always hang out under this ginormous tree during recess. The playground at my school was very huge and had tons of equipment like swings, a see-saw, a balance beam, monkey bars, tetherballs, a large cement area for jump-roping and hop scotch, etc. At the very far back of the playground was a large tree that rarely any kids but my two friends and I would go to. We didn't know why, but something about it really fascinated us.
All three of us shared the same interests: Rough-housing, running around and acting stupid, watching the same shows like Dragon Ball, Digimon, Power Rangers, etc., and most of all, imagining things! We role-played countless times under this tree. Most of the time, we'd all pretend that we were heroes trying to stop some dark lord or something. Other times, we'd have a contest to see who would be the bad guy, so we'd play a violent version of "Ring-around-the-rosie" by playing that, except that we'd twirl so fast that whoever got slammed down to the ground first would be the "bad guy" LOL. It was really fun, and we never got tired of making up stories to role-play to. The characters who we portrayed always made us feel as if we were in a whole different world, away from that playground and away from classwork and the nagging teachers... Being under that tree was paradise.
What made it even more fun was that all of us were pretty adventurous kids. When we weren't roleplaying, we'd just walk and balance along the large roots of the tree while searching within cracks that we'd see here and there for interesting-looking sticks or cool bugs like rollie pollies.
Now, the tree, playground, and sky weren't all this colorful, but this is what it darn felt like the whole time when we were there. Totally out of reality, we were in our own little world, a world that we literally believed we were part of... That is, until the recess bell rang for us to return to class. But the adventure never stopped. The next day, we would always look forward to meeting under that tree again to venture to wherever our hearts desired. No wishes were made under that tree, but every moment sure felt like one.





