The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.

my childhood was fantastic. a blur of exploration, strange events, roaming the streets, dressup, dancing in front of my mirror to JLo and YTV big fun party mix, strawberry nesquick, alice and wonderland and make believe. I also spent alot of time in trees; telling ghost stories to neighbourhood kids that i would insist were real and happened to a friend of a friend of mine, hiding from my mother who wasn't too pleased i spilt an entire can of orange crush all over our light tan carpet, and just sitting there all day thinkng about how splendidly cool it would be to be someone whose part princess, part mermaid, part astronaut and part bird; i liked to dream big about what my future would entail. you would think with all the damn time spent up in those trees i would've got the bright idea to make a treehouse. but no, i was too busy exploring space/ reigning a castle/flying over the great wall of china/exploring atlantis to possible consider such a bizzare idea. and now here i am, 15 and without having had a tree house in my childhood. tragic huh? why do i want a tree house so bad? hmm, good question. probably cause i always wanted to be like those mega cool kids in dennis the menace movie with their super fly tree house with perfect floral curtains and such. just imagine, it's your own secret hideaway which is in the air making you feel superior then all those chumps on the ground, you can design it and deck it out as crazy as you want. i'm thinking pimp my treehouse kinda style. plus your in the middle of nature. so basically, it's perfection. thhhhhuuuuuusss, this summer=time to make my very own treehouse. watch out denis the menace kids, this girl is moving up into town.