“So the next time you come upon an abandoned treehouse site, you might give some thought to the fact that you’re standing in the ruins of someone’s childhood. The children who used the site no longer exist: they’re grownups now, living somewhere else, disposing more rationally of their belongings.”
http://www.boingboing.net/2008/02/19/treehouse-ruins-the.html
…I wonder if mine and my brother’s treehouse is still out there behind my parent’s house in the ‘turtle trees.’ We built it ourselves out of my dad’s abadoned 2X4s and our own nails from Bayer Hardware (r.i.p.) after being forced to move camp from the state park across the street. A park ranger stopped by the house one summer day to tell us to pull down our ‘deer stand’ across the street. My mom did explain that it was a tree house. We had built it close to the road over a gully that was perpetually carpeted with fallen, brown oak leaves.