Childhood memory

There is something about growing up that makes you yearn for the simplicity of your childhood. Memories of those glorious care free days come flooding back as i almost gasp at the intense rate everything has changed. Treasured forever are the memories of my childhood.

My favorite childhood memory ? Let me think ... A trip to Nassa, dining with a world famous football player, swimming with the sharks maybe ? Nope, I've actually not encountered an experience close to that extravagance. However, i can without a doubt say that the memories i hold from my childhood are far more significant than any of those would ever be.

At the tender are of five, my parents spontaneously decided on moving to a remote, farm like area. At first i wasn't in the least bit pleased. However, upon close inspection of the much unusual surroundings, i happened to stumble upon a little hidden away tree house. Dark brown planks have been carelessly hammered together, still creating the perfect hide away. I hadn't a clue who this secluded tree house belonged too, but i had suddenly felt an attachment to it, the sort of attachment a mother feels toward her newborn baby. I couldn't help but feel a strong sense of adventure overtake me. From that moment on, i just knew that this was the start of amazing memories.

I almost instantly proceeded to expire this little inhabitable. Inside was a little wooden table with two matching wooden stools. A tattered green teddy bear lay neglected in a corner. It was not much, but i had felt cosy and safe after a very long time. I did feel a little uneasy though, thinking about the rightful owner kicking me out of my new " home ". But i promised myself and the little teddy that i would do everything i my power to stay. As expected, a little person showed up a few hours later with a thankfully friendly face. As it turns out, that was the beginning of the greatest friendship imaginable as she extended a warm welcome into her little wooden tree house. I