I have a favorite tree, but I don't have a picture of it, nor can I get a picture of it. It was in Virginia, a huge (at least it seemed huge) beech tree. My grandparents had 16 grandchildren, and I swear, it took all of us holding hands to get around that tree. It had plenty of crevices in it, and holes where the Bunny hid Easter eggs. Many hours were spent under that tree.
After my grandparents moved and after my grandfather died, there was a storm in Chesapeake, and the beech tree was blown down. I can't remember if it hit the house, but it was really close to the house.
It was my favorite tree.