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Treehouse Oak

This immense oak tree in the backyard of my parents' house in Paradise, California use to hold a two level tree house back in the '70's. There was a trap door that led from the first level up to the top level. The first level had been built and used by my brothers Eric and Carl, but my brother Eric made that second level especially for me and I used to play up there almost every day. Over the years, the treehouse grew rotten and collapsed and there's nothing left now but the tree, which is overgrown with brush so that you can't really get close to it anymore. But when I look at it, I still envision the treehouse even though I have no photographs to commemorate it.

 

My father had very little interaction with me as a child. He was an alcoholic who drank himself into a stupor early every evening. If it wasn't for my brother Eric, I would have had no one to teach me to throw a football, or teach me about music, or to build swings or treehouses for me. Eric moved away to Australia when I was 13. It was one of the major traumas of my youth.

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Uploaded on April 28, 2009
Taken on April 18, 2009