I was about to move house. I went out to look at my treehouse for one last time. Memories reflected on me. I climbed up the tree house’s rickety rope ladder and opened the creaky door. Inside was a ripped up teddy bear and some old rotten cookies sitting on a ancient fairy table. The treehouse was not sturdy. If you jumped in it too much it would break. Suddenly Mum called me, it was time to leave so I jumped in the car and left the treehouse for its new owner.
By Emma H Room 4