PALM TREES

My parents took me to Disneyland when I was in fourth grade. I'm sure I saw palm trees then, but not that I remember.

I was 19 years old, a freshman in college, driving to Las Vegas with some friends (my first time there), when I saw palm trees for what I remember being the first time.

I was in awe of palm trees.

Such a silly tree, really. Odd looking if you stare long enough.

But to me, from the moment I saw them they felt magical.

Like I was peering into a Dr Seuss fairytale.

To this day, palm trees make me happy.


Especially when I get to see them from the sunroof of my car against a bright blue sky.