One of my daydreams is to have a tree house. Yes, for me. And I’m still waiting for it. Is that so wrong?
There was this really amazing tree house when I was a kid; it was more of a neighborhood treehouse, and from my current adult-size perspective, it was probably both illegal (as in trespassing on someone’s land) and not entirely safe, (OSHA would have had a hey-day). Truthfully, back then I doubt that anyone lost any sleep over it, including the adults. (One of the few positives I can say about the 1970’s.)
But the tree was stout and strong, and best of all, from a kid’s point of view, really, really tall. Tall enough to hold three stories of “house”; okay, so the third story was actually the roof of the second, but it sure took me a more Continue reading “And when the breezes blow….”
