Memories with my old friend Wendy

I first moved to Utah in 1999. I lived two doors over from a girl that became my best friend in the world at the time and her name was Wendy. I was about 5, she was 4, and my sister Christen was about 6. We were all very close. My mother never had to ask what we were doing over the weekend. She would always know that we were going to Wendy's or Wendy was coming over to our house. No matter what our trio was doing, we would always be having fun. We would have a sleepover almost every weekend and every time, we would always watch the movie Josie and the Pussycats and eat gummy worms and popcorn. I am suprised that we never got sick of it. I am sure Wendy's mother did. We rented it so often i am surprised she didnt buy it.
One of our favorite places to go hang out at was a treehouse that some boys who were in love with Christen built for her. Every time we would go on a walk through our neighborhood, we would secretly go across the street, go though somebodys gate to get to the old railroad tracks, and find our treehouse that only the three of us knew about. We thought we were so clever sneaking out there to our special spot. Traditionally, after we were done at the secret tree house we would follow the old railroad trail to a wide creek that we would go swimming in. After we went back to Wendy's house, we would act all mysterious around her mother so she wouldnt suspect anything. I bet she probably knew all along.
Unfortunatley, over the years, the wild grass around our treehouse grew taller and taller and the weather started to destroy the wood. Our treehouse used to have carpet in it and it used to be fairly big for a treehouse built by a few first and second graders. We eventually stopped visiting it as small children, the older we both got. Scince Wendy moved away, my sister and I have gone to the old tree to reflect off old memories we both had there. There is still a few pieces of beat up wood and rusty nails stuck to the tree that we will never forget as long as we live.