When I was growing up, our family had something that no one else at my school had. In fact, as far I know, no one in our whole area had one. We had a tree house.
This was in southwest Saskatchewan, where there are very few trees since it's all prairie land. But I was fortunate because my grandparents had planted some trees on the land where we lived. One of these was a big maple.
My father and my oldest brother built a wonderful tree house in that maple for the three youngest boys in my family. The tree house was about 15 feet off the ground. It had a platform of about 12 feet by 12 feet. And it had a little picket fence around the outside to make sure that no one fell off.
