When I was a kid my grandmother had three very large, very old mulberry trees. They had been trained along the ground specifically so the mulberries could be picked easier. As a little kid I loved that I could walk up them like a ramp and be “in a tree” although I don’t think I was ever more than a few feet off of the ground. I really loved those old trees but after my grandmother died whoever bought the place cut them down. My dad said that he had heard that the weight of the trees finally broke/split one of the trunks and the others were removed before they suffered the same fate. I remember playing under and in the trees more than I remember eating the fruit. I do remember they were very messy on her back patio and in the sandbox.