The treehouse
In the deep forest of Africa there was a beautiful
wood treehouse. When you walked in, the sun peeked through the cracks between
each piece of wood, which made it so bright and warm. As you climbed the wooden steps going towards the log treehouse,
you got a good feeling in your stomach that made you want to scream with joy
and bounce off all the walls. Inside is even better. Brightly coloured
furniture all around me and beautiful art lined across all the walls. Purple,
blue, red and yellow bean bags scattered around the bottom floor with desks and
paper and all the fruit you could ever imagine. As you made your way up the
wooden ladder to the next floor you saw the tiny faces of little kids sitting
on the pillows on the second floor all wearing brightly coloured clothes and
dark brown hair. They welcomed me into their treehouse home. Each day I visited
the treehouse and sometimes I even stayed over.
BY Sasha Anson
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