Killpacks had started a tree house in the pasture that separates our houses. The kids and I got looking at it and decided that we could make some improvements. (I was probably as excited or more than they were.) We trimmed branches with the chain saw and put up a few more pallet platforms. We hung a swing and put up a pulled system with a bucket. Clubs were formed and bylaws written. Picnic lunches were packed over and eaten in the leafy tree tops. It became a place that the kids and friends would go. Really though, it was just a fun place to go and get away. I don't think a tree house will ever lose it's magic to transport one back to the years of childhood.
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