Personal Narrative Essay: The Willow Tree

The Weeping Willow From the time I was born to the time I was 6, I spent most of my time in my back with a 20 foot willow tree. The willow tree was planted as a seedling when I was born. I hadn’t started school, so I didn’t even have a chance to make friends. I looked at the willow tree as if it were my friend. It was like we had a connection because when I was happy, it seemed to dance in the wind and when I was sad, it seemed to be the perfect hugger. The branches were set perfectly for me to climb. They were even thick enough that I could lay on them and look up at the clouds.

I always assumed it was a girl. I’d run up to my mom with a bug that I caught from the tree and say something like, “she takes care of so many bug families. Isn’t she so sweet?”. I always called her beautiful because she had “the longest hair I have ever seen”. Later in life, I learned that it was just her long weeping branches. There was a circle of rose bushes around her. So it always smelled like sweet roses and when you walked in the backyard it was like walking through a small forest with the

Like during the day she would give me the perfect view of the sky. I would spend hours looking at the birds and seeing what shapes the clouds made. Then at night, I would lay on the highest branch that was still strong enough to hold me and look at the stars for more hours. Although most days were good memories with her, there were days that I would fall off the tree and it would hurt pretty badly. Like one time, I fell and had to get 3 stitches because a stick pierced through the bottom of my jaw. There is also the day when my family and I had to move out of the house. That was one of the most emotional days in my life. She was my only friend and I was losing her. I cried for a while before I had to say my final goodbye. But now, I live five minutes away from the house and the owners of the house let me see the tree that is now 45 feet