Jon was out walking in the forest behind his house like he usually did after dinner. Giant tree limbs far above him swayed in synchronization with the faint howling of the wind. Low croaking of many frogs seemed to sound in harmony with the high-pitched chirps of the little brown birds. The leaves gracefully dwindled down to the ground, creating a soft blanked made up of different shades of brown, red, orange, and yellow. His parents would get into a big argument after dinner and he would just walk out the door. He couldn't stand hearing his parents fight. All the yelling and shouting, and even the occasional swearing, were too much for Jon to handle. He remembered one time five years ago when he was seven; his dad became infuriated during another fight, and left the house for a week. But Jon had a special seat up in a tree, in the woods where he could sit, relaxed and carefree. He felt like he could escape all his problems. He would sit there for hours, wasting the time away hoping his problem would disappear. So now Jon was coming upon the special spot. After he climbed up at least twenty-five feet of sheer rock, he finally stood in front of the tree. Filled with low branches and comfortable perching seats, this was the ultimate climbing tree. Jon had a favorite spot that was high above the soft forest floor. It was a cool, crisp evening, just before the sun was about to set. Jon listened to the quiet "pitter-patter" of the soft blanket of rain meeting the hard, cold wood. He sat there in silence, thinking. Just thinking about how he wished his parents could get along. And then, without even noticing, Jon fell into a deep sleep. He was suddenly awakened by the sound of voices. Off in the distance, he could hear two boys were arguing about something. They slowly started to walk closer to where Jon was, but he was safe from them seeing him for he was lofted high up in the tree. Since the angle was bad, ...