The landscapes of my youth have changed so profoundly in my absence that they now exist only in my memories. The dirt and the rocks are still there, but the trees, ponds, fields, animals, and friends who roamed my small world with me are all gone or so changed, as to be unrecognizable now. Where stood the magnificent ancient shagbark hickory tree in which our tree house was built, now stands somebody’s home or an auto parts store. Our frog pond has not existed for generations, now it has been... Sign in to see full entry.