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Essay: "My Favorite Place"

As I as growing up I lived in foster care and C.P.S. custody. I lived with these very nice, loving, caring couple who already had two boys and two girls! The two boys, Jerry and Chris and myself built a tree house way up in an oak tree! The tree house was at least 20 feet up in this tree! It took about three or four months to finish it because of money and time. But once it was complete, boy, it was nice! We had two rooms and an outside balcony all the way around the tree house! After we were going to our tree house every day for about six months, some people adopted Jerry and Chris. So I was the only boy left living there and I didn't like hanging around two girls, so I talked my foster dad into allowing me to live in my tree house! After about two days of bugging him, he allowed me to move in! I had everything in my tree house I needed. This tree house was a place for me to go to to get away from everybody and ease my mind of all the upset and angry feelings I had of my mom and dad abusing me before being placed in a foster home. Up in my tree house I could watch everything, see the birds fly by and look out on the city! I'd go to my tree house whenever I was feeling sad or depressed and just being up there I'd feel no pain or sorrow, it was like the tree was my friend and more! It was always my favorite place. When the time came for me to be placed in a permanent home, I missed my tree house very much. I'm still in contact with those people, and they tell me the tree house is still there. I want to go see it upon my release.