This is my friend Kelly´s story about her mom and aunt´s imaginary treehouse.

"My mom and sister, Mary each had five kids who as you might imagine made them just a little nuts.

The worry and chaos brought lines to their faces and white hair to their heads.

They dreamt of escaping the drama of their crazy children-who even as grown-ups, still managed to make their lives anything but worry-free.

Their imaginary treehouse was where they could rise above it all and be kids themselves again.

A place where they were no longer identified by what their children did or what they wanted for them.

A place of, art, literature, music, and best of all peace.

It´s now been several years since I lost my mom and Aunt Mary. I imagine them young and laughing, sitting on the branches of their treehouse with only their happiest memories."