Justin’s Tree House

                During my early childhood, my neighbor was also my best friend. Even though I moved to a different neighborhood during third grade, we still managed to stay friends. He lived down the street from my first house, next to a pasture. I would ride there on a bike or a scooter almost every day. Even when I moved, I would still go visit him. We went to his house so much because of one thing. His tree house.

                We would spend all day in his tree house. We once built a table out of some plywood we had picked out of a dumpster. His older brother, Brandon, being only a couple years older than us, hung out with us a lot. He was a key part in convincing their mom to take us to the store to buy candy and drinks.

                One Friday night, we decided to have a sleepover. We thought that the best place would be Justin’s tree house. Brandon brought one of his friends too. We all built a fire in their fire pit, and started to roast marshmallows. After a while, that started to lose its appeal. We decided to raid the neighbor’s garden and see what we could find. We had all seen the cartoons of the sun becoming so hot that the corn started to turn into popcorn in the middle of the farmer’s field, so we decided to try and make that happen. We broke a couple of pieces of corn from the stalk, and brought them back to the tree house. We then shucked the corn, while trying to talk like hillbillies. Once they were free from their husks, we brought the corn back to the fire and tried roasting them with the marshmallow sticks. After our corn had caught on fire instead of turning into popcorn, we abandoned our efforts.

 Brandon’s friend, Tanner, saved the day as he pulled out a can of bug spray. He sprayed a large amount onto his pants, and then put a match to them. As we laughed, he ran around the backyard, leaving a trail of fire behind him. We then took hand sanitizer from the bathroom in the house, squirted it into our hands, lit it on fire, then played pass with the burning slime. When the sanitizer bottle was empty, we tried to think of new games that involved fire. We all turned towards the slide. Nothing will ever look more beautiful than the moonlight glinting off the polished surface of the slide. As Tanner climbed into the tree house, he told us to spray the slide, count to three, and then light it. He screamed all the way down. When he reached the bottom, the fire had gone out and we were immediately by his side, congratulating his bravery. We all took turns sliding down the Hell Slide, as we called it, until the can of bug spray ran out. We then mad our way back into the tree house, and fell asleep.