Sean Whiter

The Boy and The Tree

There once was a young boy whos’ imagination was so astonishing that even he would eventually believe it was real. His family was poor and thus he wasn’t able to experience life in the ways the youth of today does. No bike to ride no toys to play with, no siblings to to share his imagination with, nothing. All this young boy had was a mother, a father, a roof over his head and a small black notbook. His father worked for what seemed like forever so the boy rarely ever seen him. As for his mother, she worked diligently to preserve the home and make sure the boy was clean and had eaten his 3 meals. Since, his mother and father had little money for anything else other then food, water, and the other bills which came with the house. The boy was never given a proper childhood, but the boy understood this and at such a young age he developed his imagination so bright and wonderful that he could escape into another world. A world of his choosing, could do anything, go anywhere, and have anything he imagined! This small black notebook that was empty had began to fill, day after day and page after page a new adventure was captured in his small black notebook. Soon hundreds of pages were full. Cover to Cover the boy had created a new life full of magic and whenever he wanted an escape from his real world all he had to do was open the small black notebook to one of the number of pages, close his eyes and use his imagination to disappear into the world he most enjoyed.