The Tree house.

I sat sticking to the scorching black linoleum covering the oak stairs to my great-aunt's back porch. The sweat poured down me like a thin steam following my spine to the small of my back. Despite the sweltering heat, and air so thick you could cut through it with a knife, my dad and uncle labored on to build me the most beautiful tree house I have ever seen. Even though it was nearing twilight …showed first 75 words of 610 total…

…showed last 75 words of 610 total…wavered. This tree house will forever be in my thoughts as one of the most beautiful, fun-filled, precious spots that I have ever gotten the privilege to experience. I hope that it's strength will hold for many generations so that my children and their children will be able to share the valuable memories of a place that was so cherished to me that I hold today and will hold for the rest of my life.