Idiolect
I am a world uninhabited except by me. Only I understand its language.
In that world is a catalpa tree. It lived in the backyard of my childhood home on Thompson Avenue in Kansas City, Missouri. My oldest sister thinks that tree was at the Jackson Street house, but I never lived there.
At the base of some tree in that yard, I think it was the catalpa, a rose bush grew.
The yard sloped down to the south, and was rocky. On the west side, along the fence, slender trees stood—I don’t know what kind. A child could climb two close together, but not one. In the southwest corner of the yard was a lilac bush. There was a partial wall, maybe from an old building that had burned down, on the south end of the east side of the yard.
My younger sister has a world similar, not identical.
— Carl Bettis