Slice of Life
by Eric W.
Grandma’s driveway gleamed white as we pulled in the shady garage cluttered with rakes, hoes, and brooms. Grandma likes to do gardening a lot. I jumped out of the car as it was still moving and raced down the steep hill that leads down to the small forest in Grandma’s backyard. The smell has always reminded me of fresh adventure. I arrived at the treehouse stopping to admire it and soon thereafter my sisters arrived panting slightly. Light shone in through the patches in the leaves. There was a small slab of wood dangling from a tree with the words Fort Hideaway etched onto its surface, there was also the swing, the firemans pole, the trap door coming from the back deck with a rope that you could climb down to make a hasty escape if needed, and the pulley, used to haul things from the ground to the treehouse.
I am the oldest of all the cousins so I am usually the leader of Fort Hideway. The girls did the cooking and the boys did the hunting, catching various pretend animals such as bears, foxes, and deer.I was also the manager, I checked if everyone was doing there jobs and were happy.Sometimes I had to get buckets full of water for the girls to cook with, we would always say the same thing,
” Eric,get us a new bucket of water!” they would holar.
“Again, seriously?” I would reply.” I just did replaced it three minutes ago!”
“well do it again!” they would yell back.
“Fine,” I would grumble. I also took their mud pies up to the loft to bake in the sun.They would say,
”Eric, take the pies up to bake!”
“uuuuugh!” I would say.”fine,”
I always lost those arguments.Once we even slept in the treehouse, we slept in the loft because we wanted to be as far away from the ground as possible, it was hard to sleep that night with the loud chirping going on. One time I wanted to build a little desk below the treehouse, so we sent my little cousin Todd to get some wood and he tripped over a root when he came back, the wood flew in every direction, landing with loud bangs and clatters. He stretched his hand out hoping to break his fall, he did break his fall but his wrist got all the pain. Todd screamed and all of us rushed to the scene, I saw everyone comforting him and being really nice to him and I knew that family really mattered to him and me and everyone, he got out faster than normal and something told me that it was because his cousins and family was there for him if he ever falls .
Fort Hideaway’s food is lemons, every year our tradition is to eat lemon candy and lemonade and enjoy it in the tree house, the sour taste is as good as grandma’s homemade cookies. The treehouse can be a lot of different things like a pirate ship sailing through a stormy sea or an army base under attack. One of my favorite things to do is sit up in the loft during the afternoon and watch the sun and sky full of blues, purples, and pinks swirling together. Every year there are new adventures and always the old ones to remember.