When a few boards and nails just won’t do…

 

Every summer when I was growing up, I spent long hours in my family’s treehouse in Wisconsin.  For me, our treehouse was THE place to do it all: cops and robbers, tea parties, tell secrets and even take impromptu naps.  The activity didn’t matter.  And certainly, the design of the treehouse didn’t matter. What mattered was that we had our own space, away from our grown-ups and safely tucked into a tree seven feet above the ground.

Now that I live in NYC, we do not have a treehouse.  But recalling my fond summer memories, I decided to dig around a little online and see what the state of the treehouse is today in 2012.  Below is a sampling of what I found.  Suffice it to say that things are not what they used to be…