One thing I always wanted as a child was a treehouse. One time, my friend and I spend an afternoon lugging old lumber down the street from her yard to mine, and we made a good pile down by the woods. We didn't have any nails and weren't allowed to use a saw. Then my dad made me get rid of the wood because it was killing the grass.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
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