by Andrew Gemmell

Created on: August 12, 2009

I remember my last day of school my seventh grade year of school, I had barely any friends, and really had no plans for summer. On my bus ride home I overheard some kids talking about what they were going to do over the summer. I remember thinking to myself, that I wish I had plans that sounded fun like most of the kids I was over hearing. My summer would probably end up being the same dull, boring, and sheltered two months that they always were. Then out of nowhere a boy that was in my grade, Doug, asked me what I had planned for the summer. I had never really talked to these kids, and always kept to myself. So you can imagine that I had no idea how to respond to them with no real social interaction. So stuttering a bit I spit out the words, "well, I don't really have any plans other than to spend time with my cousins."

At this point I realized how boring I must have sounded, but Doug, without missing a beat said, "well hey if you want you can come help me with my tree fort, it will be a lot of fun." From that day on for the next 2 months I was at Doug's house every day, most the time spending the night. We worked day and night on that tree fort, we had big plans. We wanted it to be three levels, each one with a different purpose. The bottom level would be the living area, where we had a couch and a television. The next level would be where we would sleep and put the beds that consisted of cardboard, some cheap old pillows, and sleeping bags. Then the third level which was going to be where we spent most of our time, with our BB guns shooting targets.

The first step of the whole fiasco was interesting, we had to find enough wood to be able to build this glorious fort that we had in our minds. First we raided Doug's basement, and found a few boards here and there, and had no real hopes to find anymore wood. Then we headed over to my parents house, which was only a around the corner and about a quarter mile away. When we got there we checked the basement, no luck. Then we went to the barn, still no luck. Then after we walked back out of the barn, we realized that there was a bonfire that was all ready to burn, but it was full of old boards and lumber from the house since my father and I had been renovating it!

So without asking my father we went through the burn pile, and realized that we had enough wood that we could build two forts. We walked to the hardware store after spending one whole day lugging the lumber around the corner to pile it by the tree,

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