Treehouse
This treehouse is 40 years old. My dad and older brother built it together when we first moved in. We used to have the most epic neighborhood wars here. The kids in the neighborhood would climb up with sticks, throwing rocks, screaming - whatever they could do to get inside and declare themselves king. It was so heavily booby trapped, so well designed for triumph - the door closes right on the fingers of the only handle/grip needed to pull up from the ladder. My feet crushed several neighborhood hands trying to sneak attack the deck from the Y shaped boards below. It was a long, flailing fall to the earth. We were forever kings.
Treehouse
This treehouse is 40 years old. My dad and older brother built it together when we first moved in. We used to have the most epic neighborhood wars here. The kids in the neighborhood would climb up with sticks, throwing rocks, screaming - whatever they could do to get inside and declare themselves king. It was so heavily booby trapped, so well designed for triumph - the door closes right on the fingers of the only handle/grip needed to pull up from the ladder. My feet crushed several neighborhood hands trying to sneak attack the deck from the Y shaped boards below. It was a long, flailing fall to the earth. We were forever kings.