The Treehouse
I stared out of my bedroom window toward the large tree that stood in the middle of my backyard. It was higher than the house and was, at the moment, dressed with red and yellow leaves that were just starting to litter the grass. In the tree was a large wooden tree house. My twin brother and I built it when we were ten years old with the help of an older cousin. I thought it would be used often but since its three years of being in that tree it wasnt used too much aside from being the perfect...