"Where are we going?" I said stepping over the tall grasses. "We're going there" he said pointing to a giant tree in the centre of the long plain. The tree was so dense I couldn't even see the the inner branches. "That's amazing!" I said in awe as we ventured out way through the grass. We finally reached the giant tree and there was little nooks carved in the trunk about the size of Jessie's foot. "Go on..." He said "I'll be right behind you" "ok!" I said a little bit too eager.
When I had climbed at least 15 feet off the ground there was a large trap door. I took the handle and pushed it upward with all my strength. It clambered open and I climbed into a beautiful cabin like room with a supersoft carpet, a beanbag and stuffed animals. "Whoa!" I exclaimed. "You like it?" He asked excitedly.
"I love it!" I said plopping down on the beanbag. Jessie leaned against the wall rubbing the carpet and looking out the window. He looked so photogenic and mature sitting there. I snapped out if it when he caught me staring at him. I covered it up with a question. " so, did you build this treehouse?" I asked actually interested in the question. " you know my dad passed away when I was 6 right?" "Yeah..." I added quietly. "well... He built this treehouse when I was 4 and after he died I came here a lot. I just redid the carpet and got that giant beanbag." I smiled and nestled deeper into the unique chair. "Come here" he said patting the shaggy carpet near him. He had a sincere look in his eyes and I felt like seething important was going to happen.
