When I was in the second grade, I use to walk home from school every day. On my route home, there was a tree with a natural hole in it’s trunk that would fill up with water when it rained. My friends told me of a legend that when one found a tree like this it was considered good luck, and an individual could make a wish when the hole filled up with water. Otherwise, water would need to be poured over your wish if the hole was dry. I would write my wishes on a piece of paper, fold the paper into a tiny wad, and place it inside this tree. I would do this every week, hoping that one day my wish would come true. However, my family moved, and I no longer walked passed that tree. My crush remained just that; a crush.