Playhouse Dreams
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| backyard playhouse Riverton, WY September 2017 |
I often pass this adorable playhouse on my neighborhood walks, and it pulls me back to my childhood dream of having my own playhouse. How I would have loved this little house and would have spent countless hours in and around it.
Did you have a playhouse or a favorite place in your yard to play?
Oh, how I would have lived in this little house! As it was, I spent most of my summer in a blanket tent over my Mom's clothes lines! When I turned 12, I built my own tree house from lumber scraps the contractors left in the new development going in behind our house. It was a great childhood!
ReplyDeleteThat little house is my dream!
ReplyDeleteIn nice weather, my favorite place to be was the porch. When it was winter, I spent a lot of time at our kitchen table, reading.
I did but it was short lived...
ReplyDeleteI did have a play house in the backyard. It wasn't as cute as the one in the picture, but I spent so much time out there. My carpenter grandfather built a table and chair and cupboard for it. By middle school I just hung out there to draw or read, or gossip with girlfriends.
ReplyDeleteWe did! We had a play house in our Glenview yard for our kids. Over time it became the tool shed and the agility equipment shed. IT was given to us by neighbors who used it for a tree house. THis nurse mom could never have had a tree house ....hahaha. Darling find Nancy
ReplyDeleteOh, how I would have loved to have a play house like the one in your picture. I used to srind a rope between two trees and put a big blanket across it. I lived my days in the summer time out there in that makeshift tent. With the heat and humidity in Iowa I’m surprised I didn’t suffocate! But I had a wonderful time. Blessings, Betsy
ReplyDeleteI would have adored that playhouse as a child! Okay, I adore it now at my ripe old age. I used to tie a blanket to a tree that leaned close to our house. I had one end around the trunk and two corners out to the strongest limbs. It created a little haven that included a flat rock against the tree that I could sit on and read. Kid heaven!!
ReplyDeleteWhat an adorable escape for young dreamers! I grew up across the street from forest - safe, suburban forest, not scary mountain forest. We built a crude "fort" from some discarded 2x4's and corrugated aluminum. We were close enough to make our mothers comfortable but far enough away to feel transported to fantasyland. Fond memories, indeed.
ReplyDeleteThat is really CUTE!
ReplyDeleteI didn't have a playhouse, but we had a room at the top of the house that I loved to play in. It was on the second floor and looked out over the backyard. Plenty of room for puzzles or playing with Barbies.
Hum, no remembrance of any playhouse. Heck I don't remember even having a swing set for that matter. We moved a LOT when I was young and usually rented houses. And, Dad would be at sea a lot in some towns and home in others. Can you say "I'm in the Navy...."? But I enjoyed tromping around the woods and in a creek and being able to walk to a swim club with a par 3 golf course. Good memories but very different from yours no doubt.
ReplyDeleteI played in the brooder house after the chicks were moved out for the summer. I spend many an hour in there imagining all sorts of magical thoughts:)
ReplyDeleteThat is a beautiful playhouse. I didn't have a playhouse, but I spent countless hours in the backyard on the swingset, or playing with an empty old wooden spool--the kind that the power companies use to hold electrical wire--or playing hide and go seek with the next door neighbor kids.
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