Ever since I read Swiss Family Robinson, as a child, I wanted to live in a tree house. My favorite spot to go was high up in the Dogwood tree that grew beside our old house in Wyckoff, NJ. I still love tree houses and climbing trees.
Tree houses are one of idyllic childhood symbols. A special place, away from parents and school, that is just your own. It’s not hard to see why it’s an idea that’s persisted for generations. But actually building the tree house isn’t kids’ work.