Thursday, August 18, 2011

Thursday's Child: Tree House

                                                                              Source: via Daniella on Pinterest
                                                                           Source: via Daniella on Pinterest

When I was a little girl, my daddy built me a tree house. I guess technically it was for all of us, but I feel like I played there far more than any of my siblings. It certainly wasn't anything fancy, but in my imagination it always transformed itself into a dreamy castle in the air, a perfect hideaway, completely defensible against the outside world. We built "furniture" for it and dressed up it with swooping fabric and huge bouquets of wildflowers.It was a perfect summer haven for imagination and girlish dreams. 
Apparently the tree house is not longer standing, because it got too old and sappy and rotten and had to come down. But I keep telling my dad to build it back, because I'm definitely going to be bringing my kids over to play, and we're going to want a tree house to play in!

1 comment:

  1. absolutely! And I want it to look just like these pictures! ;-)

    I remember begging so hard for us to be allowed to sleep in the treehouse one night...and finally Mom and Dad agreed. I imagined it would be just like sleeping beauty, fast asleep in her tower...reality, unfortunately, was not quite so romantic. It was cold...and planks were hard...and I got sap in my hair. ;-(