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Over the weekend, I've been visiting the property where I grew up (for the most part). This is the last home that I shared with my parents and siblings. The house is abandoned and falling down, now only inhabited by porcupines and who knows what else. That is where I found this tree in the yard. I remember that this chain was put around the tree about thirty years ago, although I don't remember the padlock. I assume that the horizontal split across the tree is from the chain being wrapped around it for so many years. Now, like me, it is forever a part of this place. ~~~Memories are like chains rattling around in my head, getting heavier all the time.