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This summer my grand daughters and the two neighbor boys tried to jam back into the tree house in my back yard. They played in it until they became too "cool" and then, on a whim, they decided to play there again. They are fifteen, fourteen, eleven and twelve. They didn't fit anymore. In fact they were stuck. They were hollering so loudly that I came out on the porch to see what was up. All I could see were giant feet and elbows sticking out the windows. I admit, it tugged at my heart. You really can't go back again.
Well, they can't. But I am repainting and re-roofing it for my newest grandson and his two year old cousin, buying new lunch boxes, flashlights, bug nets, sleeping bags. Looking up new cookie and sandwich ideas. So I guess I can go back again. --s6
Well, they can't. But I am repainting and re-roofing it for my newest grandson and his two year old cousin, buying new lunch boxes, flashlights, bug nets, sleeping bags. Looking up new cookie and sandwich ideas. So I guess I can go back again. --s6
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