Home Base
My back yard was my whole world growing up. It was the safe place between home and the adventures that awaited in the woods beyond. There was a young red maple tree just outside the back door on the side of a hill. This tree was designated as "home base" by the kids when we played hide and seek. I remember when I was "it" hiding my eyes by that tree counting 1-100, 2-100, 3-100 and so on till 10. I'd open my eyes and go seeking to find all those hiding. If they could pass by me and get to "home base" before I tagged them, they were home free.