The house of the tree.

The house of the tree was the first place where we can stay with ourselves.

When I was a little girl, more little, I liked to climb trees.
 Really, I never had my own house of the tree, I just climbed the trees and I took fruits from there. But in my uncle`s house, they had a tree house.
I remember so clearly this time, in summer me and my family went to this house all the weekends, or maybe not all of the weekends, but I remember a lot of times in his house.

We had lunch at two o clock, then we go to the pool for some water, I used swimming wings , and I played in the pool with my cousin. Then we stayed in the grass with some towels.
When we stayed in the garden, long long garden, with cows and dogs, I saw the tree house, I knew my cousin didn't like to go, so, I went there alone.
I don't know why she didn't like to go to the tree house, I think it was maybe because the house had a lot of bees and wasps, or maybe it was because she was tired, or because she was bored of this house. She didn`t have anything inside of her tree house.

When I was inside, I heard the bees and wasps, but they didn`t enter the house, but, I could hear myself too, and this is the beautiful part of the story.
 I looked out of the window and shook my hands in the air, I wanted to say hello to my family. Then I went down in the sledge and  went away fast, because the wasp wanted to eat me.