when i was younger i often played outside alone, or with my younger, twin neighbors. fortunately for us, we lived near a wooded area, so there was always plenty to explore (in our little world). one thing i remember doing with my friends was pasting feathers, sticks, and strings to trees with mud. Often times too, we would tie rocks to strings to dangle down for our enjoyment.
with this said, i drew this picture without even giving a second thought to my childhood. it wasnt until i was done with it that i remembered the tree we enjoyed as kids. funny how our subconscious works, isnt it?
