A little trip down Memory Lane...

When I was in Elementary school I begged my Daddy for a treehouse. I don't really know where that desire came from but I wanted one..something serious. Now that I'm old and forgetful the actual timing of when he built it has slipped my mind. I wanted to say 5th grade, but the childish experiences that occurred in that little tree home seem too immature for my already-prissy-in-5th-grade self. When you start wearing lip stick at age 3 (I have picture proof), you mature faster I guess. We'll call it 5th grade for the story's sake.

I was mesmerized at Daddy's skills. I never imagined he would actually BUILD one. In my young age, I thought heroic, professional people built treehouses. Then again, Dad, you are perfect and all. Annnyway, Dad builds this treehouse, nothing too swanky, or complicated. Don't think I didn't cram about 6 people up in there on the reg. That might have been dangerous. It was literally a thick piece of  retangular plywood with a high railing that sufficed as "walls" and cool yellow ropes that were tied everywhere for support. Oh and I cannot forget to tell you, it DID have a homemade dumbwaiter. I used a woven basket from inside and some extra yellow rope. Is a treehouse really even legit without a rope basket pulley thingy?

I would literally move half of my belongings up to the treehouse on any given day. The more I could bring up the better, because that meant no leaving the treehouse. I didn't forget snacks, don't worry. LauraJae and I wanted to be Harriet the Spy so bad so we practiced by camping out for the day up there and spying on our sisters. Too bad we were clearly visible most of the time. I'm almost certain, also, that we "played" every imaginary scenario in the world up there. I loved this treehouse so so so so much. I played in it until it got unsafe to do so. One day, my kids are totally having a treehouse(because I refuse to let game systems take over their lives) maybe like this...

So sweet and simple. ANDDDD it doubles as a play house. I guess if I have boys things will need to be a little different. Good thing I have a real long time to decide.

Well, that was fun. Thanks for letting me reminisce on sweet times of childhood. It was good for the soul. Hope this gets you thinking about a favorite childhood memory and then just makes you happy and refreshed wherever you might be today.

For the love of cool treehouses,

Kenz