Every time I look out into the back yard and all of those trees, I can't help but think that it's just begging to have a tree house built in it. There's lots of unusable space back there right now, with years of leaves, branches, and other waste covering the ground. It will take some serious work just to clear out a path to get back there, but the desire consumes me. To be able to sit out there and read on a nice fall day, to have little picnic lunches, and, well, to dream of the day when little ones will play up there. I loved playing in my treehouse when I was a kid and kind of feel like it's a necessary part of childhood.
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That would be so cool to do what you're talking about. I'd love to have an adult treehouse where I could go and retreat from the world and pretend to be a kid again!
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