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.