The Treehouse

When my father was a boy, his grandfather built him a treehouse in the large oak tree at the bottom of the garden. It was nothing fancy — just some wooden planks nailed together with a small window cut into one side. — choose for gap 1 —1. I suddenly felt a strong need to see the treehouse one more time before it was gone2. Emma and I had an argument about who owned the treehouse3. But for my father, it was the most magical place in the world4. The oak tree had grown so large that it blocked most of the sunlight5. My father decided to repair it so that I could use it too6. It was still a place where I felt completely safe and perfectly happy7. My parents had already removed the treehouse before telling me about the sale8. On sunny days, the light came through the window and made everything glow golden He would climb up after school and spend hours reading comics, drawing, or simply watching the birds. Years later, when I was born, the treehouse was still there. The wood had turned grey with age, and some of the planks had become loose. — choose for gap 2 —1. I suddenly felt a strong need to see the treehouse one more time before it was gone2. Emma and I had an argument about who owned the treehouse3. But for my father, it was the most magical place in the world4. The oak tree had grown so large that it blocked most of the sunlight5. My father decided to repair it so that I could use it too6. It was still a place where I felt completely safe and perfectly happy7. My parents had already removed the treehouse before telling me about the sale8. On sunny days, the light came through the window and made everything glow golden He replaced the broken pieces, added a small shelf for books, and even painted the door bright blue. I have wonderful memories of playing in that treehouse as a child. On rainy days, I would sit inside listening to the sound of water hitting the roof. — choose for gap 3 —1. I suddenly felt a strong need to see the treehouse one more time before it was gone2. Emma and I had an argument about who owned the treehouse3. But for my father, it was the most magical place in the world4. The oak tree had grown so large that it blocked most of the sunlight5. My father decided to repair it so that I could use it too6. It was still a place where I felt completely safe and perfectly happy7. My parents had already removed the treehouse before telling me about the sale8. On sunny days, the light came through the window and made everything glow golden My best friend Emma and I used to pretend it was a ship sailing across the ocean, and we were the captains. When I grew up and moved away, I didn't think much about the treehouse. Then, last year, my parents told me they were planning to sell the house. — choose for gap 4 —1. I suddenly felt a strong need to see the treehouse one more time before it was gone2. Emma and I had an argument about who owned the treehouse3. But for my father, it was the most magical place in the world4. The oak tree had grown so large that it blocked most of the sunlight5. My father decided to repair it so that I could use it too6. It was still a place where I felt completely safe and perfectly happy7. My parents had already removed the treehouse before telling me about the sale8. On sunny days, the light came through the window and made everything glow golden I drove to my parents' house and climbed the old oak tree one last time. The treehouse was smaller than I remembered, and the blue paint had almost completely faded. But when I sat inside and looked out through the little window, I felt exactly the same as I had when I was eight. — choose for gap 5 —1. I suddenly felt a strong need to see the treehouse one more time before it was gone2. Emma and I had an argument about who owned the treehouse3. But for my father, it was the most magical place in the world4. The oak tree had grown so large that it blocked most of the sunlight5. My father decided to repair it so that I could use it too6. It was still a place where I felt completely safe and perfectly happy7. My parents had already removed the treehouse before telling me about the sale8. On sunny days, the light came through the window and made everything glow golden Some things, it seems, never really change.