I ate an apple the other day and instantly I was 10 again. I was back in Mantua, climbing trees and going on adventures with my brother. In the mountains near my house there are wild apple trees that had the most amazing taste. Spencer and I would climb the trees and go out on the furthest branches to pick these apples. We would sit there in the tree while bird flew by and the occasional deer would run by. It was perfect. I bit into this apple and I was back in the tree far from the ground, not a care in the world.
I miss the good ol' days, but I also really love when something reminds and takes me back....
