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Diary Of A 6-Year Old: My Tree House

08/11/2010 22:21 | Updated 22 May 2015

At grandma and grandad's I have my own tree house and I love it. I's brilliant. It's only for me and anyone I let in. I let Emily in sometimes and we have picnics. It's a very big and bushy tree and grandad has put a special bench in it. From my tree house I can see over all the other houses in the street.

Mr Colligan lives next door and he comes from America which is where Kermit the Frog lives. He has a very big dog. It lives outside in the back garden. I think its called Dumass or something. That's what he shouts all the time anyway. Everyone is scared of the dog even though its chained up because it barks all the time. I can watch it from my tree and sometimes I stick my tongue out at it. When nobody is looking. Mummy wouldn't like that though.

Last time I went up to my tree house I decided I was going to live there. If I lived there I could go to bed when I wanted and never tidy up. I thought it would be okay but after a bit grandma said I should get down because it was getting dark. I said I couldn't because I lived there now. I had a few butterflies in my tummy because I thought she might get angry but she just nodded and went back inside.

I started to get cold and then I smelt something really good. I knew that smell. Grandma was baking chocolate biscuits. The ones with real chocolate bits in them. They were my absolute favourite biscuits in the whole world.

I decided to move into my new house the next day.

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