PHOTO PROMPT Copyright-Madison Woods
THE TREE WE CLIMBED AS CHILDREN
By
Alice White © 2014
Genre: Fiction
Word Count: 100
“Is this the right one? Where is our treehouse, Jen?” My brother, Jimmy, glared at the gnarled oak. “Has it been so long?”
“I’m afraid so. I suppose it rotted after twenty years.” I squinted against sunlight, and remembered building that treehouse.
We were meticulous in our design. Reclaimed wood made up the walls and floor, and a longhorn skull adorned the privacy partition, erected for secluded reading. We’d hung our own drawings up, but I guessed the pictures had long since disintegrated.
I peered up. What was that?
The longhorn skull. The only remnant of a happy childhood playground.
Alice White Author 
Dear Alice,
Your story just made me smile and then smile some more. Really nice one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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TY 🙂 Glad you liked it 🙂
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Alice, Good and well-written story. I never had a tree house or a friend with one, but it sounds like fun. My dad set up an old camping tent for me to play in once and I used to make blanket tents. Well done. 🙂 —Susan
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Ah, yes. I remember the blanket tent/fort, too. Good times 🙂
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Lovely story, Alice. It also brought back good memories for me, although my mom built the tree house, not us. But such fun.
janet
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Thank you, Janet. So glad you enjoyed the story and the memories it kindled.
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great story. i always wished i had a tree house. perhaps in the next life…
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I was very lucky to know children who had them, although I never had one of my own. 🙂 Glad you liked the story and thank you for the follow 🙂
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Ah, nostalgia. I hope adulthood is just as happy.
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Thank you Patrick. I think, if one remains a child inside, adulthood becomes a happier experience 🙂
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Nice story and fond memories of my son playing in his tree house for hours.
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🙂 Thank you. Pleased it sparked those memories for you, Cheryl-Lynn 🙂
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It did indeed:)
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Dear Alice, Good story that brings back fond memories to me! We had several tree houses over the years. Mrs. Campbell (who lived down the street) let us 6 neighborhood girls use it exclusively. If the boys were up there and we wanted to play, she would ask them, politely, to exit and come back later. They did begrudgingly. It was grand, we had a winch to pull heavy stuff up and a couple of chairs, a curtain. Fun, fun, fun! Thanks! Nan 🙂
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Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it, Nan, and the memories it provoked 🙂
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I remember building tree houses. One of the old trees is still alive near Mom & Dad’s house. You still see the scars where I nailed boards across a couple of limbs to make a platform. Ah, those were the days . . . .
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I never actually had a tree house LOL. But knew plenty of friends that did, luckily 😉
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