One day, we cut down our fig tree. There was a rather thick branch. My grandson took it, stripped off the bark, and left a smooth, bare trunk without the outer layer. Then he said to me, "Look what I did." I told him, "You did very well. Good job. Let me put it here, and I will always keep it here." We took this branch with us because my grandson made it. I wanted it to be with me too.