The haunted Capulin Tree

When I was living in the City of Mexico, my parents would take me and my little brother to visit my grandparents every weekend. My grandparents lived north of the state of Mexico; it was the town of Atotonilco in the state of Hidalgo. The exact location was miles out of town into a rural area; this area is about at least 90 square miles in total land. What makes my grandparents’ home so important to me is that, this land is full with life. There are woods, small rocky hills, plain fields for cropping, creeks, and most importantly my grandparents’ farm. It was a paradise to me, but there was one particular thing that would define why this place is important to me. It was the black cherry tree; it was scary, and an evil presence could be felt whenever anyone walked by it. I realized then that, this was the place that resembled true human beings dark secrets hiding in the center of paradise. In this beautiful farm, I would wake every morning to the sound of the roosters wakeup call at 6 in the morning. It was always a little cold in the morning and I had the tendency to sleep with minimal clothing. The breeze would hit my back as I threw the sheets off the bed every time, but I liked it. I would get up and put a sweater on as always, and I would always look out the window. At this time, during the end of winter, the sun would never show up, it was always hiding behind the dark grey clouds. I would exit my room, and it would be chilly outside, I could always see my breath because of my body temperature. Most of the time I had breakfast alone, because everyone else would still be asleep. Scrambled eggs and orange juice, and yes, at the age of 10 I knew how to cook for myself. After breakfast, I would leave and explore beyond my grandparents’ farm. I grab my bag pack, pack some food and go. I would always head to the rocky hills because there are a lot of critters there. To save time, I would take a shortcut through uneven lumpy grass instead of the dirt road. As I