The tree

When I was little my mother and father planted a tree together. I used to dance and run around it every afternoon. It was a pear tree that took up most of our tiny yard, I loved to dig out the dirt, especially when wearing a white dress and my mom would have to come outside and half laughing half yelling, she made me go inside, until I understood that I could not dig out the dirt from the tree.
Later on, my mother and father planted another tree, this was a peach tree, It was big and decorated the corner of our fence with its leaves. I would go out and stare at it every afternoon waiting for a peach. It took years for it to finally give peaches, and in the end I think I was only able to eat two or three of its peaches, they were good peaches though. I think the peach tree is my greatest memory from that old house.
Now, my mother and father have planted a tree in our backyard, we are happy now because we have a front yard and a back yard, before, we only had a yard...tiny yard. I no longer go out to play around the tree, and this tree has no fruit to give, but it has beautiful flowers surrounding it.