This is the first book in a series of six New Age, Spiritual & Inspirational stories which, although aimed at children, are also popular with adults. Written by Kathy J. Forti, Ph.D., a psychologist and TV writer, these stories are based on many of her own personal mystical experiences, as well as from her work with children and adults in the field of death and dying.
Everyone always complained that nothing exciting ever happened on Baxter Street. It was a quiet little street in a quiet little town. Only today things would be much different. There was an awful lot of noise coming from one particular backyard, and all around the neighborhood people were poking their heads out of windows to see what was going on.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that all the sawing and hammering was coming from the Brenner yard. Kids from all over the neighborhood were trying to get a good look. No one had been allowed through the gate. Michael Brenner had been given strict orders by his older brother, Freddie, to keep everyone out and he guarded the entry like a warrior ready to do battle.
School had just let out for the summer and Freddie Brenner, who dreamed of one day becoming the greatest architect in the world, was hard at work building something he hoped the town would never forget---a tree house. Not just any tree house, but a spectacular tree house. A tree house that would be the envy of every kid in the neighborhood.
While Michael was trying hard to keep back the growing crowd of kids, Freddie and his best friend Ernie were up in the branches of a giant oak tree hard at work laying into place the new tree house floor.
Ernie jumped up and down on the floor to test its strength. “It’s pretty strong. What’s next?”
Freddie unrolled the drawing plans his dad had helped him with and poured over the next step. “The side wall should go in next. I figure we’ve got to cut the wood just right to make room for the windows and the secret wall panel.”
Ernie smiled. “Cool!”
Freddie’s mind was filled with big dreams of how his tree house was going to change things on Baxter Street once and for all. In just a few short hours, the word about what he was building had spread like wildfire. Kids were riding their bikes past his yard to get a better look. Others hung on the fence. Freddie smiled secretly to himself. He didn’t have time for any of them now. He knew they were all waiting for the very minute he finished his great masterpiece. Then they’d be swarming from everywhere, like bees, to get in on the action his new tree house would provide. But Freddie had some very different plans in mind. This was his tree house and soon he’d make sure everyone knew it.
Freddie was thinking about how he’d even start a special club with special membership. But first they’d have to pass a secret initiation test —and of course, he’d be the president. He’d make all the rules. He’d be the one to decide who could and could not enter. Oh boy! He couldn’t wait to get this tree house finished. He was going to be a big man in his neighborhood very soon now—a VERY BIG MAN.