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There is one tree in particular I recall. The one that used to grow on my front lawn struck down by some pretty fantastical winds. It was a birch tree. According to wiki those little things that fell from its branches are called catkins. As a child I felt foolish sweeping them off our driveway. Why would any sane person sweep dirt off their driveway? There will always be dirt there; it's outside after all!
Anyways, we have since replaced the old birch with a new one. It will be years before it grows tall enough drop catkins on the driveway for the next generation of youth to build memories and to feel foolish.
