Treehouse
Looking back over the way things have gone, i have noticed that my life is so much like my treehouse. When it was first being built, it seemed so fun, so nice, and so limitless, it seemed that anything could be done with it. The treehouse started with just a few nails and a hammer, and quickly grew better and bigger everday. It seemed that it would never stop growing and i had such big plans for how it would never stop and how it could anything i could dream. but soon, the entertainment and fun was gone, and it soon seemed that maybe it couldnt get bigger forever. all the good times of building it and playing around started becoming fewer and fewer, until finally one day it was left forgot in the backyard. the wood started rotting away, and the supports cracked and buckled. Now all thats left are a few good memories and a crappy old shack with nothing it in.
Maybe that how it was meant to be.
Maybe that how it was meant to be.