Out the front door and down two steps got me to the lower portion of my back deck. I then swung a right and went down three more steps. I followed the trampled path of grass through the back yard, right to the edge of my property. I laughed inside because my dad always had some remark on how his grass never looked nice in the back. I then thought to myself, we followed the path multiple times a day anyways, and would always continue to do so. By this time, I hit the end of the yard and into the woods. One, two, three, four...I counted the steps that I knew by heart that would take me to my next turn. A sharp left was next and a dip in the ground. A couple more steps and I would be there, but don't forget to duck under that low tree branch! I was there.
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English: Tree Fort? Not so much a tree house, more...The fallen log in the back of my house was used as our tree fort. As a small child, it was a place where I spent a considerable amount of time by myself, with my younger brother, or with my friends. This was a place to go, out of the great boundaries of the yard, and into the unknown woods. At the time at least, that's what it seemed to be to us. When we were younger, exploring our surroundings was a great adventure. From this, we developed and controlled our own unique surroundings and environments to enjoy our separate freedom from the restrictions of the adult world. It was an important part of our, and especially my, growing up experience.
My special tree fort was a place that I could always go and feel safe. It was a place to get away from...