Katie’s Blog

At the end of my street there is a forest. In the forest there is a stream. In the stream there was a tree growing. The tree is short but really sturdy. It had a lot of branches and it was really easy to climb.  The stream was really shallow so it would dry up a lot; especially in the late spring and most of the summer.  When the stream would dry up and I would climb it.  When Iwas in the tree I dreamed that there were fairies flying around.  One day I even made a house for them out of sticks and leaves. When back to the tree, but it was all gone. I searched everywhere for the tree. I couldn’t find it. I cried when I found out that it got knock down. That was my place to dream. My place to believe that there were fairies. My dreams were crushed I no longer believed in faires. About a month later I went back to the stream were the tree was and on the stump of the tree was my house that I made for the fairies.