as a child I begged and pleaded my parents to build me treehouse. they always promised if I was patient, it would come. my mom still feels bad about not following through but in all honesty had they built it, it may have looked a disheeleved mess like this:in my head though the ideal tree house would have looked a lot like this:
there is still hope for my treehouse though. maybe one day I can live with my entire family in a house that is practically a tree house because there is one growing right through the middle like this: