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When you were a kid, where did you want to go? The answer to that question was, "UP!" Most of us wanted to be pilots or go into outter space or scale tall mountains. But for most of us we could not do these things until we grew up. But we still wanted to go up. So, the thing was to build a treehouse.
Treehouses have been around since the first century. Back then they were built up in the trees as homes to keep families safe from area flooding. Also they were good protection from animals and enemies.
Over the centuries, treehouses have been used in wars and in the jungle and as lookout posts. But the place we mostly think of a treehouse is in our own backyard. Most boys wanted a treehouse as a place to go to have some private time. To read comic books, hide from your sister, Stella and to get together with friends and save the world from imaginary dark forces. Some even referred to it as a "Tree Fort."
It was a fun event to sleep overnight in your treehouse. Have your meal up there and watch down on the neighbors. There was something about being way up in the trees with the huge limbs all around you.
Back in the old days, when I was a kid, we grew up and the old treehouse began to waist away until it was rotted so badly that it was unsafe and your dad had to tear it down. But after all, you were now an adult and had a job, family, responsibilities. But in your mind, you never really forgot about the treehouse from your youth.
Today, it does not matter if your an adult. People are building treehouses weather it's because they never had one when they were a kid or because they did and want to have that feeling again now that they have grown up. Some had a treehouse and want their kids to have the experience as well. When I was young 100 or so years ago, back in the late 1950s, we had property in Cook Forest, Pennsylvania. Our backyard was all woods. Dad was building a retirement home there and we spent weekends and vacations there. I had a treehouse up in the woods. Actually, it wasn't a treeHOUSE as much as it was a tree platform. I had an endless supply of leftover lumber from the house build that dad gave me. It was really cool. I could climb the rustic wooden ladder and look out over the mountain range for miles. I even had a view of the Clarion River that ran in front of our property. Once I had grown up the old treehouse-platform no longer got used and fell into ruins and crumbled away. But the memories sure haven't. At 70-years old now, sometimes...just sometimes, I am still on that platform and I'm looking down toward the river and mountains. And I can see them just as I did back then. It's really strange what a treehouse will do to ya.