From the road, it looks like a regular tree. Yes, it's a big tree, but still, it's just a tree.
And then you spy the entrance. Or if you're lucky, you're shown the entrance by your favorite 4-year old.
And you discover an eerily wonderful world.
With arms that invite swinging . . .
And arms that look like people to hold your drinks and toys and stuff. . .
And trunks that boast calling cards of all the people who have previously visited.
Some days you never want to leave.