There was a huge ass tree behind my grandmothers house. I loved that tree. It always posed a threat to the house during storms. It was close enough it could fall in, or even branches from it could damage the roof. My grandmother never cut it down. After my grandmothers house was torn down they went in and cut the tree down. Tbh it bothers me more than losing the house. Weird I guess. But I’ve got lots of pictures of it. And, it’s in one of my most favourite pictures of myself (if not my most favourite).