Tree House

Farias 1 Luis Farias Lacey English October 3, 2017 Tree House We use to always go up there for our fun and imagination, it was the best thing we never had honestly. I wish it was still there I wish that we still were close like we were. Nothing really could be more awesome than that tree, a tree with nothing but its thick hooked branches ready to lay on and nap. We called it our tree house but without the house just the tree but it felt like home.

There wasn’t anything big about the tree to be honest it was just a tree with hooked branches like hammocks. I use to go to it with my best friend Cristian, a neighbor who lived by me. We were like glue and till this day he’s my ride or die but he’s got his own group of friends, not very proud of the group. Our mothers knew each other and wouldn’t mind neither him nor me going to each other’s homes when we wanted to play. He loved WWE and literally every day I went to knock on his door he would come out and id see his tv on the show already and him yelling some nonsense from the characters; I hated that show still do. None the less Cristian and I founded that tree house with our blood sweat and imagination.

The tree had three big hooked branches thick enough for us to lay on and sleep and that’s what we did. The branches served many purposes like "rooms" or "beds" but usually we climbed up there to sleep or just take a big glimpse of the field that it hung over. We were like around

Farias 2 eight or seven so the field looked huge to us and so we would call the field the garden or village. Behind the tree was this area full of broken branches trees and dead leaves and we called that the Dead Zone where we "fought" demons with our guardian armor to protect the villages and that’s how we got paid. The tree "house" was our base but more like our home because our parents weren’t there most of our childhood or they’d get into fights with each other and I was the lucky one to keep both of mine, he wasn’t so lucky for his dad left. The tree and the village solved our problems and made use genuinely happy, something I have been in years.

Our adventures were our missions one time I got captured by the demon king and Cristian had to fight a huge wave of demon dogs and walkers, broken dead tree basically. Once we had to save our "girlfriends" from the dragon of Eden, no you didn’t read wrong I said girlfriends because we had imaginary girlfriends to keep our heroism more interesting and sure enough it did and it made use strong enough to save them. In December our worst nightmare happened, one which we bare to speak of, the demon king and his henchmen attacked our village. He destroyed the homes of everyone but just after we evacuated everyone and we fought almost to our death. We fell first but my brother my blood and soul grabbed me and threw me up and I pulled him with me and we slayed the demon king with just our swords, which are stick. Our imagination was huge back than and note it was just a tree no fancy boards to make it look like a house or anything no actual demons and villages or weapons just branches leaves a tree and a grass field with mud bees that hurt like hell.

I wish I could go back to those days were I was happy and stress free, where numbers on a grading app didn’t define my intelligence or if I will succeed in life or not. Nothing will top

Farias 3 those happy days maybe not now where I stand but soon and I hope Cristian is doing fine. He's younger than me and has an arm tattoo now and I’m not happy about it. I hope he finds his path and makes himself a good person an awesome person and I hope that tree grows back for other kids to play on. That tree house was my childhood and truly is and was the best thing I never had.