The reading tree

I remember the tree i used to climb, i was probably around 8 to 10 years old. The tree was my quiet place, it was located at the furthest end of the sand area, where kids usually played ball, and was part of a small group of other trees. The area was allways cool enough to be comfortable, and well lit in the shadow of tree. I took myself a nice book, got up to the tree where the other kid's sounds got dim, and read, listening to the birds, the wind, and sometimes dogs barking in the distance. Then, the bell rings, the book closes, and the trip back to class commences.