When I was growing up, we had the coolest treehouse ever. My grandfather built it (although I imagine my dad and mom helped out, but I don't remember that). Actually, I'm sure it was built more for my brother and sister because I was too young to really enjoy it at first.
The main part of it was the girlie-part which was a little house, with a furnished dining room and kitchen with stove (wooden - handmade) and all sorts of gender-stereotype goodies :) BUT! if you climbed up the ladder onto the roof of the house, you would find a gapped-plank sky-bridge over to the treehouse proper. This was the guy's part of the thing. It was bare inside where you could lay out your sleeping bags and brave a night's terrifying thunderstorm in the wild.
Also crucial was that there were all sorts of places from which you could throw things off or even jump the dizzying height all the way to the ground - So many exciting ways to sprain an ankle. Another cool thing was that the house part had a tarpaper gravel kind of roof, so it was perfect for experiment with fireworks and other combustibles (For example, you can make wonderful patterns of fire with a candy tin and the cologne you got for Christmas). My brother and I were always keen on trying to cut open as many Black Cats as we could to make a big pile of black powder. Tie together a few fuses and woohoo! It's amazing neither of us blew the other up.
Anyway - the thing that got me going about the treehouse was this link. It's amazingly cool, but it's not as cool as ours was.
The main part of it was the girlie-part which was a little house, with a furnished dining room and kitchen with stove (wooden - handmade) and all sorts of gender-stereotype goodies :) BUT! if you climbed up the ladder onto the roof of the house, you would find a gapped-plank sky-bridge over to the treehouse proper. This was the guy's part of the thing. It was bare inside where you could lay out your sleeping bags and brave a night's terrifying thunderstorm in the wild.
Also crucial was that there were all sorts of places from which you could throw things off or even jump the dizzying height all the way to the ground - So many exciting ways to sprain an ankle. Another cool thing was that the house part had a tarpaper gravel kind of roof, so it was perfect for experiment with fireworks and other combustibles (For example, you can make wonderful patterns of fire with a candy tin and the cologne you got for Christmas). My brother and I were always keen on trying to cut open as many Black Cats as we could to make a big pile of black powder. Tie together a few fuses and woohoo! It's amazing neither of us blew the other up.
Anyway - the thing that got me going about the treehouse was this link. It's amazingly cool, but it's not as cool as ours was.
5 comments:
your treeehouse sounds awesome. i saw a house when i was house-shopping that was kinda like that link, only a real house. it seemed like you would be REALLY in shape if you lived there!
Yeah - no need for the stairmaster :)
you forgot to say that it was a good thing we never had the fire/police(sheriff) called on us.
oh! and the way styrofoam makes these funny little black floaty things when it burns...
bad bad bad.
you also didn't mention how many oak trees were in the area :) - it is a good thing you guys didn't get hurt or burn anything down - don't you miss the days when you didn't really know all the danger and just went for the fun of the moment. i do
No kidding. In the summer when everything was so dry, it's amazing we didn't burn the whole place down...
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