I can be slang for a dank nug. I can have weeping branches or curling white bark. I’m useful for swings, houses, forts, and Giving. What am I?

Am I truly the son of my mother and blood of my brothers? But my appearance stirs up contempt. My family despises me, strangers persecute me, the winter endangers me. I am pitiable and alone. Yet come spring, and my mourning turns into laughter, my shame into glory. For I once was lower than all but now am the most beautiful amongst my brothers.

A sheet of gold, as thin as can be. Many of me make the lungs of a tree.

I am the part you seldom see, yet without me, towers fall. I drink in the dark so others can eat in the light. Pull me up, and I may take the past with me. In numbers I hide at the base of powers, in words I hide at the base of meaning. What am I?

I'll almost always sink in water, no matter how many times I'm skipped I could roll or just sit there, depends on my size and shape I'm almost everywhere in some way If you can't get this you might be between me and a hard place What am I?