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The playhouse my dad built for me in 1990
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As an adult, I went to the tree house my neighborhood friends and I built in the late 90s. It had broken bottles and graffiti all over it. It looked like some teenagers had used it as a hang out. It bummed me out because I couldn’t help but see it as a metaphor.
It always makes me a little sad thinking of childhood wonderment. How we don’t experience that feeling the same way as an adult. If so, it’s very rare. That fort (we called all the play structures forts) was likely a magical place for you. Do you have super vivid memories from playing in it?
My first “fort” was 3.5 sheets of plywood. It wasn’t even built for me or to be played it, it somehow appeared. My dad had a “workshop” he built in 90-91 and the woods and area behind it became a lumbar graveyard. There was a decaying white truck bed from my Dads 1980s white Toyota truck. I got my first free trip for a Tetanus booster playing back there.
I can remember so vividly sitting in my fort in the summers, making mud pie and (likely poisonous) plant soup with roughages I found in the yard.
Simpler times.
The Blair Witch playhouse.
Is it sad to you seeing it like that?
C O N S U M E
now you can play “CRACK HOUSE”
Your father is/was an excellent dad for doing this.
That’s a wonderfully detailed playhouse. You must’ve been loved very much 💓
Way to let your childhood dreams die 🙁
Fix it up! Make it a smoke shack!
Man that’s a lot of aging for only 10 years!
Totally different vibe to the word ‘play’ now…
So many spiders
Pretty sure there is a witch in there now
My friend’s dad built him a two-ish story playhouse back in the 90s.
Bruce built one hell of a playhouse, mind you, because it still stands call to this day. I’ve been meaning to take a picture and send it to them since they moved away a couple of decades ago.
That’s a she’d bought from a local outdoor furniture/shed store. He didn’t build it for you, unless he was a shed builder by trade. My suspicion is that you saw this photo somewhere and decided to post it here with a bullshit nostalgia story.
I love this photo! The decay and reclamation by nature could feel eerie, haunted, depressing. But the way you took this picture makes all the difference. The diffuse light and the sun rays. Choosing not to shoot with the doorway front and center, so the viewer doesn’t focus on the spooky darkness within. Instead it feels magical, whimsical, and warm in a well-loved way. Its the same feeling you get when you see stuffed animals worn threadbare from years of childhood love. Nostalgic, a twinge of sadness, but mostly appreciation for all the love it holds.