My Secret Tree

 I do not many comments on here, but try to post something. Everybody has many memories, which is different for ever body.


Okay here goes-
When I was a wee guy, maybe four and five, we lived a few blocks from my grandmother. My mother walk me to the bus stop and waited for the bus. She put me on the bus and told the driver to let me get off at Clifford street, which is where my grandmother was waiting at the bus stop. I get off the bus and walk to her house with her. That happened a lot of times for me to get to her house.


When I get a little bigger maybe in school I walked by myself to wait for the bus. Not with my mother or grandmother. At the corner of our street is a big ever-green tree in someone's side yard. Right where you wait for the bus. One day I had to piss, so I go behind the tree and piss.

It smells all nice like Christmas. My pee it goes on the branches and needles. This became a ritual, every time I ride the bus,  I piss inside that tree.With the thrill of being naughty and almost in public view, sometimes I play with my pecker. Feeling sort of funny to get it out right there, it was very brave.

Lots later I think that might be where I can go jack. But I never did it. It did not feel as safe like when I was little. However, I sure did love to pee in that big ever-green tree.

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