When I was growing up there was a cherry tree outside our kitchen door. And it had this incredible branch, went straight out sideways, horizontal. And we used to ride it as a horse. And in that one spot in Iowa I probably traveled the whole west. I galloped across the whole country on this make-believe horse. It was a wonderful memory. Spirit Lake, the northwest corner. In one spot I traveled the world.
Contributed by Jane Rae Brown
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