Quotes About Treehouse

The icing on the cake was that tomorrow he (Silas) and Sarah had a perfectly acceptable excuse to leave this cold, nut-strewn, shrew-infested treehouse and return to civilisation.

I'm a closet outdoorsy athletic enthusiast, and I would love to do a rafting and hiking trip someday and maybe sleep in a treehouse and bathe in a chilly winding river.

OPEN THE TREEHOUSE DOOR OR ELSE!

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I had one of the most outdoorsy childhoods you could imagine. I basically lived in the woods until I was 13. My dad and I built a huge treehouse in our backyard in Chesterfield, about 30 feet in the air. And we'd vacation on an island in Michigan, where I hunted a deer that we ate.

I grew up on a farm - it was a lovely life; we'd make tree houses all day - and my parents worked from home.

Thomas: Wow, that treehouse is like twice the size of our actual house. Pam (whispering): Don't say 'like.' Me: Oh, ha ha, let him say what he wants, let's not be-- Thomas: That treehouse is twice the size of our actual house.

The kids can eat later, in the treehouse, says Leslie's mom. We bought special table settings. The ones we previously had in the treehouse were Russian, from when we lived there. Very nice but sort of worn. Also, the candleholders were ancient. I am talking ancient as in Romanov ancient

Jack opened his eyes. They were wearing their own clothes again. A lightning bug blinked inside the growing darkness of the tree house. Annie picked up Morgan's note. She repeated the rhyme: To find a special magic, You must

The tree house started to spin. It spun faster and faster. Then everything was still. Absolutely still. (Magic Tree House Series)

If you remove a treehouse from a tree, than it's just a shitty house. Sometimes when i'm in a shitty house, I like to imagine that it's in a tree, than it's like Woah, this house is amazing.

When I was handed a hammer, my first project was building a three-story tree house.

In 1965, I was entertaining author Norman Spinrad in my itty-bitty Los Angeles treehouse, coyly called "Ellison Wonderland," from the book of the same title.

Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill.

summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screeneed porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat;it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape.

Thereafter the summer passed in routine contentment. Routine contentment was: improving our treehouse that rested between giant twin chinaberry trees in the back yard, fussing, running through our list of dramas based on the works of Oliver Optic, Victor Appleton, and Edgar Rice Burroughs. (...) Thus we came to know Dill as a pocket Merlin, whose head teemed with eccentric plans, strange longings, and quaint fancies.

I've never had a treehouse because I live in New York City. It would be a little bit hard to fit a treehouse in a New York City apartment.

If I could choose, I'd be bare feet with animals all around me and living in a tree house. Like Tarzan and Jane, that's my dream. I'm at my happiest around nature.

My sister and I were very adventurous. We'd play in the park across the road in our imaginary tree house for hours on end and come home on our bikes when it was dark.

Climbing into the treehouse, I engaged him in light conversation and hunted for signs of creativity. All I found was a brass rubbing of his ego.

Every time I annoy him he retreats into his No Mundanes Allowed tree house." Simon pointed at Jace.

And I believe you have to go back to Miss Daisy's class." Then he climbed up the ladder and into the tree house. Michael was disappointed that he didn't get Neil Armstrong's fingerprints. When we got back to class, I told Miss Daisy all about Neil Armstrong stepping on the surface of the moon for the first time. "Wow, that sounds exciting!" Miss Daisy said. "Do you still think books are boring, A.J.?" "Yes," I

Annie, I hope you and your brother have a safe trip in your magic tree house," said Mr.