Private property

Growing up and eventually growing old people seldom recognize the world they live in by the end of it.
When I was growing up in barrhaven Ottawa Canada I would explore the vast fallow fields and forests left behind by the rural communities long bought-out by developers. We would carve long winding trails through the nature and we guarded the tree's we liked from the teen-aged menaces that would break them. They each had a name, not like a persons name but rather of its qualities. The great oak, the kuzco or the Crazy fun each was a tree fort and our property. We maintained them, enlarged them, protected them and practically lived in them. I spent many a summer chasing the highest branch or building another platform. I would explore and build them out with my friends and we would run between our houses to grab more nails, boards or food, the forts or the fields to play random games.

 I remember these things like they where yesterday, because they almost were. I moved away when I was 8 years old to Manotick but I still remember Running through the trees and their towering nature. The natural skyscrapers. I returned to them one day.

I found the great oak replaced by oak lane, the crazy fun now a park and ride. I remember but I do not see.
These tree's that I spent all my time in, that was under the absolute sovereign ownership of my friends. Are now private property one was a substation that said "NO TRESPASSING". I only wish I had seen them once now that I am older. I understand the impermanence of life but to see them in the now unclouded view of adulthood would have been amazing. But Then again they would have lost their wonder in memory.