1/27/08

Part of my homework with James was to write about my safe place. It took me a while to come up with a place. I thought a lot about it. I like the beach, but no. The mountains, love them, but still nope. I finally came up with a place, my tree house I had when I was little. Dad built it in 1988 and tore it down in 1996, or at least that's what I've found in pictures.