Essasy written describing in detail a favorite childhood place

Out the front door and down two steps got me to the lower portion of my back deck. I then swung a right and went down three more steps. I followed the trampled path of grass through the back yard, right to the edge of my property. I laughed inside because my dad always had some remark on how his grass never looked nice in the back. I then thought to myself, we followed the …

…draw me away from my world would be the yell from my parents to come back home. I would always wait for a second yell, hoping that the first was mistaken and I would not have to leave. Every time though, the second yell would come. It was back to reality for me, until the next time I could retreat to my favorite place in the world to be as a child, my tree fort.