Originally Posted: January 22, 2005
When I was about 8, my dad built my brother Jonathan and I a "treehouse". I put that in quotes because it didnt resemble a house and it wasnt in a tree... but thats what we always called it... so its the tree house. Anyway, this treehouse has been in the back yard of my parent's house for 16 years now.... until today. Roughly a week ago my new neighbors came over and asked my mom if we still used the tree house any more. B/c we didnt and they have 3 kids she said no, and that if they wanted to use it they could, but (for insurance reasons) they would need to put it in their yard. This thing has to weigh at least 600 pounds and the wooden poles that go into the ground are surrounded by concrete. I was thinking, 'they will take one look at what they are going to be getting themselves into with moving this thing and decide its too much trouble'. I was wrong. Their father comes over today and starts cutting the legs off with a chainsaw. I nearly teared up. I dont know why I dont want to see it go, and I know it will get more use by the neighbor kids, but its like the only remaining "symbol" of my childhood that still remains in the yard. It was almost like he was taking part of the house. Of course, even with the legs separated from the base, its still in the back of our yard. There is no way in hell he is simply dragging it across our yard and I'm sure as hell not throwing my back out trying to help him. I wonder if he will realize that its not one solid structure... and that he could actually take it apart.
I just had to get this sad news off my chest...
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