Our daddy built us a tree house high in a tree in our back yard. I am busy writing it's story. In this tree house, I learned many new and interesting things.
Perhaps I shall share them with you later.
This seems to be the only photograph of it. It was taken by a representative our small town news paper. I think I was 12 or 13 here. This would make my brother, Bobby around nine.
Wonder how long this danger would last in any tree today.
