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My Treehouse Story
My first memory of building a treehouse takes me back to a time before video games, cell phones, and round-the-clock cartoons. In the 1970s, at my grandparents’ lake house in the countryside, even a group of 11- or 12-year-old boys had to create our own adventures. Despite ample opportunities for fishing, swimming, and hunting for snakes and frogs, boredom was our constant companion.
There stood a giant willow tree by the lake, its sprawling branches sparking our wildest imaginations. We envisioned a high-up deck—a treehouse that would be the envy of every boat passing by, the Taj Mahal of treehouses in South Texas. Our plans were as elaborate as they were humorous: we even dreamed up a security system to ward off jealous boaters, complete with a sign reading, "Beware of Peanuts the Attack Dachshund," as we planned to leave one of our dogs in the tree.
My grandfather, a hobby builder always immersed in projects, deeply influenced my creative path. A child of the Great Depression, he valued resourcefulness and told us, "You can use what you pay for." So, we scoured the shoreline for driftwood, boards, and anything useful, gathering not just wood but also life jackets, a lone ski, and even part of a sailboat hull. He even donated a coffee can filled with his rejected, rusty nails—warning us that our fingers might get a few bumps, but assuring us the nails would do the job.
We balanced our days between work and play, diving back into our project after swimming and fishing. After several days of hard work, we completed our dream hangout—a rough-hewn deck in the tree that lasted for 3-4 memorable years until a storm eventually brought the tree down. Nearly 40 years later, that memory still fills me with pride and warmth, a testament to the joy of building something with your own hands and the simple adventures of childhood.
There stood a giant willow tree by the lake, its sprawling branches sparking our wildest imaginations. We envisioned a high-up deck—a treehouse that would be the envy of every boat passing by, the Taj Mahal of treehouses in South Texas. Our plans were as elaborate as they were humorous: we even dreamed up a security system to ward off jealous boaters, complete with a sign reading, "Beware of Peanuts the Attack Dachshund," as we planned to leave one of our dogs in the tree.
My grandfather, a hobby builder always immersed in projects, deeply influenced my creative path. A child of the Great Depression, he valued resourcefulness and told us, "You can use what you pay for." So, we scoured the shoreline for driftwood, boards, and anything useful, gathering not just wood but also life jackets, a lone ski, and even part of a sailboat hull. He even donated a coffee can filled with his rejected, rusty nails—warning us that our fingers might get a few bumps, but assuring us the nails would do the job.
We balanced our days between work and play, diving back into our project after swimming and fishing. After several days of hard work, we completed our dream hangout—a rough-hewn deck in the tree that lasted for 3-4 memorable years until a storm eventually brought the tree down. Nearly 40 years later, that memory still fills me with pride and warmth, a testament to the joy of building something with your own hands and the simple adventures of childhood.