A few editions ago, I wrote about a treehouse I was building for my brother. After three months of weekend (and some weekdays) work, it’s done!
Like most projects, it was met with equal amounts of enthusiasm and ftrustration while building it, but in the end, it turned out better than expected. I probably won’t ever build a treehouse again, but I’m glad I built this one, especially when I see my son and niece and nephew play on it. To them, it’s more than a treehouse. It’s whatever their imagination makes it, which is what a treehouse is supposed to offer those who climb its ladder, a chance to let his or her imagination run wild.
