Rebuilding memories.
Rebuilding the ladder that once made our childhood.
The goal was to climb the ladder and reminisce on the times we had as children.
My friend and I reminisced in the past as soon as we climbed to the top,
sitting in the trees while beams of sunlight burned through the branches of other trees, hitting our faces with glowing rays that reflected off our skin.
We had only sat for an hour or so until we climbed back down, meeting my father at the bottom of the ladder. 
Three of us stood and looked at one another, my friend and I began to walk home, that's when I realized my father began to climb up the ladder.

We returned home, happy we were able to rethink our past and the pleasant memories we once had as kids.
Grateful for our childhood.
My father had spent four hours in the trees, the ladder was originally his. 
When he entered the house he had tears in his eyes. 
Thankful for the tree that created both our fondest memories of our own upbringing.

I could not imagine a tree would make my father tear up.
It wasn't until then that I realized the little parts of life are the most important.
Memories will begin to fade and crumble away.
Everything will eventually be gone. 
As long as we appreciate what we have, we can always rebuild our memories.