I was lucky enough to have a tree house when I was a kid.
It was a small one, and it was haphazardly constructed; but there was a rope ladder leading up to it, and there was a trap door to close behind you once you arrived.
I spent a lot of time reading up there.
It was a green and wondrous place, a safe place.
That tree house is gone now and so is the tree, and I am a very long way from where I grew up.
But summer has arrived here; and the world is suddenly, gloriously green.
And what I want to do, more than anything, is to take a book and climb a rope ladder and close the trap door and read and read and read.

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