Today, just for kicks, I’m linking up with a group of online folks who participate in what’s called Five Minute Friday – you write for five minutes only, saying no to the backspace key and editing altogether, and you see what comes out on the other end of your timer. I kind of like it. Join in, will you?
The word? TREE.
We had a large, overgrown maple tree – or perhaps it was an oak – in our backyard growing up. When I was in the third grade, Dad, a civil engineer, deemed it his mission to build The World’s Best Tree House, without (of course), a nail in the tree.
Who does that?
We three kids watched him as he began his mission, after the Oregon rains stopped. He started with the main level, a triangular wedge of a platform with sides and rails, all constructed from dumped materials found at the nearby construction site. Soon enough, level one was done, but there was a problem: how were we actually supposed to get in the treehouse? So he constructed an alcove, an entryway of sorts, to welcome us into the main level after climbing up the ladder.
We called it our one and a half story treehouse, and it was awesome. I mean, we were Swiss Family MacDonald, Keizer, Oregon-style.
Eventually, a bigger, third (or second and a half?) story was built a couple years later, and with it, sleepovers and hideouts and hang out sessions were had.
Our treehouse, built in that old, once-forgotten maple now breathed new life, for three squirrel-y children and eventual teenagers, found it home.
To this date, that old tree (which eventually died a sad, chopped-down death), remains one of my favorite childhood memories.
What about you? When you think of the one word, “TREE,” what comes to your mind? And, more importantly, how much on a scale of 1-10 did you love Swiss Family Robinson at Disneyland?0