When I looked at this picture the only thing I could think of was this treehouse that the neighbor boy (adequately named Michael Jackson), made when I was growing up. It was super basic, but I thought it was fantastic. It's strange that a few strategically placed planks and nails can deign to give hours and days of happiness.
I wish my treehouse was something like this. But no, it was just a flat area that was fenced in so we wouldn't fall out. I still thought it was the coolest thing ever.
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