| Treehouse Anonymous, age 20,student/artist, Chicago, Illinois Submitted September 1999 I just wanted to leave the party...maybe for just a few minutes. I climbed up my treehouse. I was welcomed by friends...even acquaintances. Soon everyone in the house joined us. All I wanted was a little privacy...I wasn't mad or upset. I love seeing my grandparents and ex-boyfriend all in one lil' treehouse. The problem? I felt just a lil' bit suffocated. |