Personal Narrative : A Treehouse For Adults Essay
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The car screeched as my mother slowed down to turn off the main road onto my grandparent’s dirt driveway. The top of the trees arched around the beaten dirt road casting a shadow that soon blocked the sun from my view. The feeling of the road tossing our car back and forth like it weighed nothing, caused my stomach to rock. My grandparents have a chunk of land next to the Whitefish chain. Thier place was my second home growing up. It was an escape from my huge family and a place I could explore with my cousin Tabby who lived just down the road from my grandparents’ house. Together we got ourselves into a lot of trouble, but nothing compares to what we managed to do on that day.
My grandparents’ house is not some run down cabin in the woods. My grandpa designed and help build it himself. It was the second house he had built on the property. I was just up packing my bag in the guest room when I heard a car stop outside the house. I ran out to see Tabby with her red curls and freckled face standing in the doorway. My grandma took Tabby’s bags and told us to go let grandpa know that lunch was ready. We made our way to the pull barn, that’s actually bigger than the house and is always where my grandpa is hiding. Walking into the barn always made made feel two feet tall. I yelled out where are you but all I hear was my own voice echoing back. We turned around to go check the shed and there he was standing next to the woodpile. We ran up to him and he…