Snapshot

This is the tree house I grew up in. Literally. I am a tree person. The people that owned my childhood house before us made the saddest little wood concoction in this tree that I treasured as the greatest hang out ever at one point. In the spaciously designed 4x3 area, I would get four of five us sitting on the floorboards not smoking found cigarette butts. I always thought I skipped past my childhood, sped through it, galloping towards adulthood. But when I was sitting in that "tree house" for hours with four other girls, I was experiencing my own kind of childhood. The leaves here got me thinking about Thanksgiving tomorrow...