(The blog of the lovely and talented John Cabrera* reminded me of this topic, so I’m giving credit where credit is due.)
When I was a little kid, I desparately wanted a treehouse. The house we lived in at the time was on a court, the center of which was filled with nature, so I climbed trees all the time** and a treehouse seemed like the next logical step. Plus, practically every children’s book I had ever read featured a main character with one, so I figured it was my right as an adorable chubby faced North American kid.
So, in the hopes of securing a crew to construct such a hideout, I pulled out my construction paper and marker set and drafted a note to my father imploring him to build me and my friend Christie a “clabhaws upinatree” (being four years old, I dind’t understand about spelling or spacing between words yet).
The “clabhaws” never ended up happening of course since the property we lived on was owned by the municipality, but ever since those days I have had a softspot for treehouses and been fascinated by their construction.
I mean, they can be simple . . .
Or they can be crazy elaborate like this!
Boy and I are far from the buying-a-house-stage (in fact we might just end up staying in Toronto with a condo if we can swing it), but there’s part of me that relishes the idea of someday building one for my own kids . . . or at least bringing them to one of those crazy treehouse hotels on vacation!
Anyway, if you’re interested, the pics above and some other some cool green treehouse pics can be found here.
*sigh* Ah, treehouses . . .
*I don’t know if you’re supposed to call men “lovely and talented,” but I like it as a turn of phrase so there you go.
** I was such a tomboy that when I came home from playing, my mom would give me a bath and try to scrub the dirt spots off me, unaware that they were actually bruises. 😛