I miss falling out of trees, and fucking trees, and other shit. I can climb trees now, but it brings me no joy.
At the house where I spent the first six years of my life, there were about a dozen trees with curved flower pods that are *delicious*, and you can eat them. I thought they were honey locust or sweet locust but the pictures I googled up, don't match. So I have no idea what kind of tree they are. Also the bark was these big thick wrinkles that is perfect for grabbing onto. Great trees.