Farewell, Childhood

Dad built me a playhouse when I was eight. Last week it was time to tell it goodbye. It's apparently no longer safe, and they want to make room to put a small barn in the backyard. Farewell, dear playhouse! Thanks for the memories.

Yes...there's a bed, and electricity, and even a phone!

My dad...the telephone guy, built it on old telephone poles. There used to be a staircase on the left side.

View from the park behind the house.