The Tree

Yet another story of my youth. I think I was in the second grade when I ran into that tree. I remember telling my classmates that I had been hit by a car, because that was a better story. Plus the cuts and bruises on the side of my face needed an explanation. Here's the comic.

I was running so fast that I couldn't stop. Maybe I would've never stopped running had it not been for the tree. Aside from the unsightly cuts and bruises on my face. I'm glad the tree was there to stop what would've been a forever sprint.