The Old Treehouse

havingasecrettreehouseinthebackyardislikehavingyourownprivatecastlehiddenupinthegreenleavesmyfatherandgrandfatherbuiltitforuslastsummerusingthickwoodenboardsandlongshinynailsthetreeisamassiveoldoakwiththickbranchesthatareperfectforholdingtheheavywoodenfloorwehavetoclimbupalongropeladdertogetinsidepullingourselvesuponestepatatimetheinsideisasquareroomwithasmallwindowcarvedintoeachwallsowecanlookoutoverthewholeneighborhoodwithoutanyoneseeinguswebroughtoldsoftpillowsandafuzzybluerugtomakethefloorcomfortabletositonwealsodraggedupaheavywoodenboxtouseasatableforoursnacksandgamesduringthelongsummerafternoonswespendhoursupthereplayingcardgamesandreadingadventurebooksaboutpiratesandhiddentreasureitfeelslikeweareinacompletelydifferentworldfarawayfromchoresandhomeworksometimeswebringupasmallbatteryradioandlistentomusicwhilewewatchthebirdsbuildtheirnestsinthebranchesrightnexttoourwindowswhenitrainswelovetositinsideandlistentotheheavydropshittheflatwoodenroofitmakesalouddrummingsoundbutwestaycompletelydryandwarminsideourlittlewoodenfortweevensetupasimplepulleysystemusingalongstringandaplasticbucketsoourmothercansendupfreshsandwichesandcoldmilkwithouthavingtoclimbthetrickyropeladderhavingaspecialplacethatbelongsonlytoyouandyourfriendsisaverymagicalthingwemadeastrictrulethatnoadultsareallowedinsideunlesstheyknowthesecretpasswordtappingoutaspecialrhythmonthetrapdoorthetreehouseisthebestplacetosharesecretstellscaryghoststoriesandwatchthestarscomeoutonebyoneasthenightskyturnsdarktypingoutstoriesaboutourtreehousebringsbacksomanygoodmemoriesandmakesmelookforwardtothewarmweatherreturningsowecansweepoutthewinterleavesandstartplayingupthereagain