While writing this book, I’ve come to see how much my childhood revolved around cottonwood trees. One of my fondest memories is of my grandma sitting in the shade of a cottonwood tree, knitting and watching her kids play on the swing. I loved to climb cottonwoods, and swing from cottonwoods, and attempt to build tree houses in cottonwoods, and sneak off to meet girls using cottonwoods, and occasionally fall out of cottonwoods.