Treehouse

I decided to go to the woods of the old townhouses that I grew up in.

My two best friends, Ricky and Christina and I would spend all day playing in the woods. We would become tigers and lions and campers and deep jungle explorers.

My favorite thing in the woods though was an old tree house that was just always there. No one really knows who built it (although my brother claims he did, I know he didn't), and it wasn't really much of a site for the eyes. It was really just a floor with a few boards holding it up in the trees. It didn't matter much though because to us that tree house was a mansion, or sometimes a look out, mostly though it was where we would go and play with frogs.

Today, that tree house is just a pile of debris.
It was a little upsetting, because I really wanted a shot from the top of it.
It was really cool to go back though.