Saturday, October 18, 2008

Childhood memories

One memory of my childhood is always wishing for a tree house. I had never seen one, must have read about them, but it was like the ultimate wish for a child. Though I never did climb into one, I now have seen an ideal tree house.

The property we rent in Montana has quite a display of outbuildings. It also has a very cool tree house with 3 windows, a door and a rope to climb up. I hope someday my grandchildren will be able to visit in the summer and enjoy this beautiful dream. Perhaps, with a very tall ladder, I could even join them up there.

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