She looked around and saw that there were nobody around.
She looked up at the tree again.
The night before she had read in her tree book that the maple tree looked exactly like one of these, wide leaves like some strange animal's palm, seeds like little helicopters.
"It is not a birch tree", she thought to herself.
Her daddy was clearly wrong.
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Today's prompt was: Child posted at The One-Minute Writer. Write a short, fictional piece about a pivotal moment in a child's life. Write in first person, from the point of view of the child.
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