Memories of My Old Childhood Tree Houses
When I think back to my childhood years, there are so many wonderful memories. I remember playing catch in the backyard with my dad, building houses and cars and spaceships from my Legos, or just spending hours lying in the hammock reading books. I would also play football or soccer with my friends, or ride my bike for miles and miles through the park. However, one set of memories really stands out when I think about being a kid, and that is remembering the tree houses that my dad I built in our backyard. Those were really amazing places to hang out.
The first tree house that I built with my dad was not a very impressive one, though it seemed really cool at the time. I must have been only five or six years old when we put it together. It was really just a platform of wood around the trunk of a tree, and it could not have been more than a few feet off the ground. There was a ladder of a few rungs nailed into the trunk, and a railing around the edge so that I would not fall off.