hey everyone, just had a random memory pop into my head from when i was like 8. so, one summer afternoon, my friends and i decided to build the "ultimate" treehouse in my backyard. we spent hours collecting wood scraps and old blankets. it was basically a wobbly pile of sticks, but we were so proud. we even had a password to get in (which i forgot, lol). my mom brought us lemonade, and we felt like kings of the world. looking back, it was a total mess, but man, those were the days. anyone else have a “masterpiece” from their childhood? 😂 