When I was eight years old, my dad built my sister and I a treehouse. It was not in the trees, but rather situated between two of them.

Up until that point, I would sit in a little bench in a berry tree nearby and ration my fruit roll up all day.

I assume that the larger handprint on the left is mine and the smaller one (but inserted with much more might and gusto) on the right is my sister’s. Those handprints speak volumes about our childhood personalities viewed from the wisdom of many years later.

I thought it fitting to wear my Anthropologie Zola Shift Dress for a trip up memory lane, so to speak. This dress is from the summer of 2013. I cannot find a similar bear dress, but I think this dress looks like a similar cut and it even has an animal print.

Whilst I never ate porridge in the treehouse. Nor did I ever sleep there, I have many fond memories of this small domain.

My dad carpeted the top and inserted an antique school desk inside so that we could play school as that was my favorite thing to do.

I like to think I was a very fair teacher. Although my sister would probably say differently.

There used to be a pail that could be raised and lowered to the ground with a pulley system. It disappeared long ago. It was my favorite part of the structure.

And although this tree house was not built in the trees. And it did not boast a secret trap door like my imagination longed for, I do declare:

“This treehouse was just right.”

Did you have a treehouse or playhouse when you were little? Have you visited it as an adult? Is it still standing?

P.S. * I shared this on The Pleated Poppy!