When we were young.Girl; I am recal

When we were young.

Girl; I am recalling this story I hope it is still in your mind:

The boy was eleven and the girl soon would be. Every morning they would meet beside the big oak tree. In the summer, they would play together in the sun, and sit beneath the big oak tree when the day was done. One time when they were talking of growing up some day, they agree they'd meet back there and may be even stay. By the big oak tree, they could build a little home, and they would be together and neither one would roam when the boy was thirteen and the girl soon would be, they stood together oner last time beside the big oak tree. The boy had to leave for his family soon would move. He took his pocketknife and in the big oak made a groove. The groove was his simple way of giving her his word. As he spoke so softly, this what she heard:

" On your eighteen birthday, I will return to our big oak tree. Then we will be together forever- you and me".

City life was hectic and the years did quickly fly. He never one fogot his girlfriend's last good bye.

He' d marked the calendar each year on her birthday, soon he'd see the big oak tree and, may be, eveb stay. He woula hold her hand, together they'd agree. To stay beside each other, close to the big oak tree. He headed for the tree on Sunday afternoon. Is was her eighteen birthday and he would see her soon...

When he reach the tree, he find a written note. Is was from the girl mother, and here is what it wrote: "She can not meet you, she won't be here today". In this envelope was what "his girlfriend" had to say:

" Honey, I know that you are standing by our free, wheb you see a big oak tree, always think of me. I won't be here to meet you; the Angels came my way. Nothing else could keep me from meeting you today. Look up in the sky, and you will know that I can see you standing there and waiting- Beside our big oak tree..."

As that time, his hands began to shake, his heart began to break...

Girl, what are you thinking? We both like this story but don't let it be true. Because I still love yoi. Promise me? My love.

Vo Minh Triet ( on easy English vol 55, feb- Mar 2002)