Treehouse

Jason quickly ascended the rickety wooden planks that served as the ladder into the treehouse he and his father had spent the previous weekend building. He had been begging his father for months to build a treehouse for him, and he had finally whittled down at his father's patience and willpower enough to make him submit to the idea. Jason couldn't have been happier the day his dad had come home with a trunk full of two by fours, and he couldn't be prouder than he was in that moment, sitting in his treehouse, looking through the empty space they had left as a window over his dominion.

They hadn't much of a chance to furnish their creation, however. Carrying furniture up into the treehouse wasn't much of an option, seeing as the tree was a good dozen feet high and the ladder was difficult enough to climb with the use of all four of one's limbs. They had decided that if they wanted to have chairs and such inside, they would have to build new ones, which meant getting new wood and learning more complex cutting and connecting then the simple nailing of boards together they had done in order to build the house. But Jason looked forward to that. It was more time he could spend with his father, and it was more that he could say, "Look at this. I built this with my own two hands."

For the time being, Jason sat on a thick pillow that they had been able to carry up the ladder that they planned on using as the cushion to one of the chairs. There were a few such pillows laying around the floor, as well as paper and crayons that Jason had been using to create art to decorate the walls with. This treehouse was his, and he intended fully to make that fact clear. Every inch of this treehouse would reek of him and his father. It would be their creation, and only a select few would be given permission to enter into their hall.

He had such plans for this home away from home. There were many adventures to be had. Spies to be sent out and stopped. Dragons to be slain, princesses to be saved. Mad scientists to be stopped from taking over the world. Zombies to be stopped. Maybe not the princesses part. Girls were still gross. But he wanted to do so many things, and this treehouse would be an excellent headquarters from which to do so. His father had seen it as a large investment. Jason saw it as only the beginning.

Mother probably would have opposed, Jason thought quite suddenly and much to his surprise, if she were still around. She would have said that there were better things to spend their money on then wooden slabs that she would have been convinced that Jason would grow tired of faster than you could shake a stick. That thought made him sad, but it also made him determined. He would show his mother. He would show her just how much he could love these simple planks of wood. How much they could give him. He would do it to prove her wrong.

He sat back and looked at the still bare wood that surrounded him and smiled to himself. He would make this treehouse out of his dreams. He would craft it to be the ultimate playhouse. He would make friends so he could bring them to it, so they could help him make it into something that he wouldn't be able to make on his own. It would be the greatest treehouse the world had ever known. It would give birth to the stories of generations. And maybe one day, he would let his own children into it.

But that meant girls first. And girls were still gross.