Paranoia Strikes Deep...

I’m not sure why or where this memory came from, but I was sitting on the couch, taking a break from lawn cutting and I thought about my childhood tree house.

I was probably eight or nine years old when I build it. Just to the left of the driveway back home at 24 Mile road, just past the pine trees, there was a wicked clump of thorn trees. The damn thorns were like two inches long!

So, I put in a platform built of 2 x 4’s and wood I salvaged (it really wasn’t a tree house, more like a tree “platform.”) It was about 12 feet high. I built a hinged ladder and stole a pulley out of the barn. I got a rope and hooked it to the ladder so that when I was up there, I could pull up the ladder so nobody could get to me.

I wish I still had that tree house!