Once there was a boy who lived in Detroit, and he hadn't smiled in years. He went through the days sobbing but saying, "Don't worry about me." One day they found him hanging from tree in his own backyard. No one knew his life was that hard until they mourned his loss. On went the time, and slowly there grew moss on his headstone, and one day the stone was shown to a little girl from Texas, and she was next in the long line of people who used that tree. Eventually they cut it down, hoping it would save the town from another person using it. It tipped until it fell, and under the roots they found the body of the first person to use the tree long ago. Slowly the spot became covered in snow, and many years later the spot became a lake where a boy named Jake drowned himself.