Skye led me through the overgrown grass, pushing the grass out of the way and leaving a clearing of our path behind us. I could only see grass and the canopy of the oak trees ahead of us, which is where she was headed, though I wasn’t sure why she was taking me there. To our right I could hear the babbling of a stream. As we neared the trees, the grass became sparse and I could see the stream flowing near the roots of the trees.
In the tree top of the largest oak, hidden by the leaves that swayed back in forth in the breeze, was a small treehouse perched on the branches. I gazed at the house, noticing that the wood was weather worn and would likely fall apart if anyone climbed up there.