Where Is My Tribe?

I grew up in the east coast of the USA. During that time, I would climb trees, I would sit under trees, I would go into the forest, the trees en masse, and enjoy myself.

I have lived overseas for a number of years and in a number of countries as an adult. One thing that I have noticed, from East Africa, to Eastern Australia, to Southeast Asia, is that trees overseas are mean. You cannot climb on trees, for the bark will cut you. You cannot sit under trees, for the ants will bite you. Forests are still OK I guess, but given the distance one needs to maintain between body and tree, travel at own risk.

I miss kind trees. Trees that let me enjoy a nap, not worry if I have updated my tetanus booster recently.