In the seventies, we had a home with a treehouse in the garage. We called it the treehouse but it was actually a wooden structure in the rafters. It was big enough to sleep in and had a trap door. That’s all that was needed for our two boys to make mischief in their secret hideout. Of course I have only found out years later all the activities that occurred there. Every family get together there is usually another misadventure revealed. I’m just glad they survived these hideout happenings.
The Bag Lady 