The trees of youth

I know this first tree, a japanese maple, and all it's branches so well. I don't remember a time when I was too young to climb it. The branches were so low and perfect for a kid to scale easily. I spent many hours in this tree with my brothers and sister. The second, a giant beech I simply knew as the initial tree, was a tree for the future. I remember always imagining the time when I was old enough to get up in it and carve my initials plus my future boyfriend's, but never having the skills or strength to conquer it.