When I was a kid, I really wanted a tree house for me and my friends. It would be the ultimate hideout. I knew my parents couldn't afford to make or buy one, but I didn't let that stop me. Instead, I told all eight of the neighborhood kids to go scouring through their house for wood and logs. I looked in alleyways and in people's yards, feeling like a spy on a top mission. When we all met together about a half hour later, meaning our search couldn't have possibly been that fruitful, I went into a long speech about how I wanted our dream tree house to look.
This pioneer log home of British Columbia is exactly what I dreamed about that day!
It's no wonder me and my friends gave up on making the tree house after the adults busted us and made us put the wood back where we found it.