That lonely oranges tree, full of mystery and stories, in the very center of the cornfield ..the one that no longer exists anymore…the one that 3 brothers used to spend the entire school hours sitting on the branches looking at the birds and insects flyiny over… the one we saw rabbits being chased by dogs and the one that we shelter for hours talking about the impossibles and imaginary world. The one we ate peanuts and boiled corn on and the one we laid on the branches taking our tireness off on. The one we played games and cut oranges from to please nanny with on our return home. The one we deeply were in love with and never let any chance to go off from. Okay these two brothers of mine are school runaway kids with bad marks in their result sheets and i am the one with first position in my class, i went there what for? To skip something i loved? The privelage of being the entire schools proctor? And being best friends with a funniest kid and having a great time impersonating the teachers and some other students? Don’t i rememebr the junior cambridge bullies? Oh well this was the new school and everything was my favorite but wait it wasn’t my interest that took me to the orange tree…it was its mysterious beuaty and mostly the tricks of my brothers who didn’t want me to be called by their teachers in their class for making constant absences and getting low marks on their tests with no interest in their daily class activites. I actually had a bad time when was called by their teacher deliver their feedback message back home to the parents which my brothers would cleverly trick me into games and other stuff so that i dont get to go to school either but rather spend the rest of the time with them swimming in the river, eating berries and then teasing crows and finally resting in the oranges tree. One day the school was dismissed earlier and in the middle of the way my brothers decided to get intocthe video game store which i denied joining them but instead went straight home and in the house granny thought i fled school to which i was almost beaten by her and from that day i decided not to get distracted by them anymore. I changed my plans and schedule but still somehow went to that orange tree. About 6 years later when i went to that country with my aunt for a visit, i couldn’t find the orange tree….there wasn’t any sign of the corn field either but it was a flat land with many buildings erected over. It mad me sad and i rememebred those days when we were little and crazy kids skipping school and spending the entire hours in that tree. The orange tree, the beautiful, colorful, loveable perfumed, the one and only, the only oranges tree.