From up in my tree, I can see everything, hear everything, think everything, write everything. I can escape from the reality of life. Waiting for me at the bottom is my backpack with all my homework. I can let the breeze take away my fears my thoughts, just sit and live in the moment. I will always remember this moment. But… it's not true. I can see everything, hear everything, think everything, write everything, those I can do. But I can't escape the reality of life, because its reality. It's chilly because the sun has set. I don't want to think about boring things right now, but I can't help thinking about my homework, waiting for me in my backpack. So when I climb down this tree, I probably won't remember this moment, and I will do my homework in boredom. And I most certainly won't sit and live in the moment. I will stand and live in the moment.