In ten days my parents are retiring. They are putting the house I grew up in on the market . They have purchased a nice smaller house on the coast where they plan to drive slow in the left lane and cause minor fender-benders at the local super-market and many other pastimes that seniors enjoy when they cash in their chips after a life of hard work and self-sacrifice.
For the last 6 months, I`ve been recieving boxes of "stuff" in the mail, that my Mother has decided the kids should have. I`m still waiting for the motherload but the 2 pictures below are a treehouse that I built in 1982 at the age of 14.
This treehouse was built from anything me and my friends could scrounge. I actually built it while my best friend would pull the next board up to me with a rope. I remember it took my friend 2 weeks of failed attempts before he finally made it up the ladder and into our treehouse.
The treehouse was in a big(then) Poplar on a high hill. The bottom floor was approximatley 45 ft above ground and another 35 ft above that, at 80 ft, I had a seat ( can be seen in 2nd photo ) where I could see the skyline of Charlotte, N.C. to the east and the Blue Rige Mountains to the west.
In its heyday it was equipped with electrical power, lighting , a 13" tv( for watching Steve Martin and John Belushi on SNL) a small stereo and LOTS of girly pictures and Rock-n-Roll posters.
We hung out there for about a year and a half having a great time. Soon we got drivers liscenses and girlfriends and jobs. The treehouse was forgoten and a prosperous family of squirrels moved in.
I know this is a little off-topic but I know some of you might like this.