In response to my cousin’s comment to an earlier post: A huge California pepper tree grew in the yard of the place where I lived as a kid. Up until I was about 11 or so, I spent many hours in the tree and under it -- that’s where my Roy Rogers tent was pitched -- playing games. It was a glorious tree, with a huge, lacy canopy and large gnarly limbs that grew close to the ground. It was easy to climb into, and no one ever fell out of it. One of the saddest days of my childhood was when my parents decided to have duplex apartments built on the lot and I came home from school to find the tree had been pushed over by a bulldozer.
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