4. When I was growing up, one of the places I enjoyed most was the cherry tree in the back yard. Behind the yard was an alley and hen more houses. Every summer when the cherries began to ripen, I used to spend hours high in the tree, picking and eating the sweet, sun-warmed cherries. My mother always worried about my falling out of tree, but I never did. But I had some competition for the cherries-flocks of bird that enjoyed them as much as I did and would perch all over the tree, devouring the fruit whenever I wasn't there. I used to wonder why the grown-ups never ate any of the cherries: but actually when the bird and I had finished, there weren't many left. Missing property of a well-written text:​