I never had a fort / clubhouse as a kid. None of my neighbors did. A friend of a friend had one, but he's the only one I knew who did. I would have loved something like the one pictured above (well, with bathroom facilities of course...). You can find the above plan here.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
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Not even a tree house?
It's so elaborate that it would seem to take the fun out of it. This thing just needs a walk-in closet and a garden tub to be complete.
The joy is in making it and PRETENDING... a lost art.
Man... you guys are a tough crowd....
... maybe I'll find a pic of a cardboard box somewhere.. would that make you happy???
We had a sort of club house in the loft of the garage. In Tulsa, there's only a few months when that's bearable. Most of the time the front porch had to do.
I would imagine that would be hot...
... although Gilligan might approve...
.. as long as it didn't have a walk-in closet and a garden tub..
;^)
We did have a tree house. I also remember a few forts that were located in a cluster of some trees lumped together.
Cardboard box? In that case, all the homeless people downtown have magnificent forts and clubhouses. Their schizophrenia gives them joy in pretending.
That is neat and I like my tree house pics (although I won't have either.) growing up we usually found somewhere to call it a clubhouse (usually a box or the card table with a sheet thrown over it.
Sorry. I get cranky mid-afternoon.
I still say the crappier the fort the better. The neighborhood one my kids play in would make a Hatian refugee camp look like the ritz.
A cardboard box would make me happy, as long as it's tattered, wet and covered in human excrement... well, maybe not the excrement part, but you get my point.
I screwed up in my post. I meant that if it was going to be used as an overnight bunkhouse, then i'd need bathroom facilities. As a clubhouse, not. my bad. So Gilligan did have a valid point (c:
.. except for that "excrement" feature... hah
We had one for a short time, we were raising chickens and we had a building they lived in but our dog started to like chicken and my dad got rid of them and let us make a fort out of the building. Just one room with some shelves and smelled like chicken poop but as gilligan says you had to use your imagination.
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