my dad built a rickety ass treehouse in our front yard. it had no walls; only a flimsy railing and a tarp for a roof. my brothers and i would go up there to figure out our next move. it's openness made it a perfect transitory hub in the summer. occasionally one of my brothers would throw water balloons on me from it. naturally as we got older, it was neglected. then on some thanksgiving my brothers asked if i wanted to smoke weed in the tree house. we did. it was a moment i don't think i could live without.

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there’s this massive old tree outside the the window in my childhood bedroom and i would more or less keep that window open all summer. lots of memories of that specific rustle as i fell asleep as a little kid and as i studied for my finals in high school. big wisconsin tree ily.
Mar 10, 2025
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(the house is fine. the tree sleeps next to it now)
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