There is a magical and hidden power in trees. It is during adversity when trees make feel happy and full of joy. My recurrent dream: Walking by a path between trees all day.
I don’t know why I have a fascination with trees. Moreover, I can’t quiet recall how old I was when I played in a tree house. It was better than pretending to be in a castle.
I have so many stories to share about that tree house. It is probably because of those incredible moments of my childhood in a tree house that my allure for trees emerged.
Hopefully, I make my dream come true and live in a tree house. I can’t imagine myself in a tree house in Chicago, but it can happen. The only I can’t make it happen is to be eternal.
The only thing I can’t make it happen is to be eternal..