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Re: Treehouse inspection
Those aren't the tree houses I remember.
When I think of a tree house I think of the one like pictured below. As a kid, we spent numerous hours in one just like it. We would all meet there like a 8 am. and play Army or something till around lunch. Then we'd go home pack up a lunch and then come back and play all afternoon.
Oh the stories that were told. We talked about girls, what our dads did for a living, what we wanted to be and did I mention we talked about the girls.
I even remember our parents letting a couple of camp out one summer night in that tree house. First strange noise late that night and we all hooked it home.
Those were the days.
Rick
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