Guest Post: The Tree

The Tree

by Rudy

               It was already afternoon on a hot Friday. I had just finished school when my father had decided we should all go out for a drive. He wouldn’t tell us where. He always does this. We got in our special handicapped car, for my brother.  We took off for our adventure. It was thrilling. As we drove down Sunset Blvd to our unknown destination, we passed the Laugh Factory and palm trees. Also we passed restaurants. One was called Morton’s. It was the fanciest restaurant I’d ever seen. It had glass windows all over - crystals, too.

                We eventually got to our surprise destination, which was the glamorous and luxurious Beverly Hills. Even though there were non-stop mansions with balconies, gardens, and fancy cars out in front, what intrigued me the most was a rough, old-looking tree.

                It was huge tree. It was the biggest tree I’d ever seen! The circumference of the tree would have needed  10 people holding hands to go all the way around.  The roots spread out like legs. Its branches grew long, like arms, full of leaves. You could play with it and never get bored. It was like the master of trees.

                Our dad is the best. He is very fun. I am thankful that he took us to Beverly Hills. You might suspect that mansions and fancy cars would make the greatest impression, but when I think of Beverly Hills, I think of that tree. And the tree reminds me of all the adventures my dad has given me.