There was a group of kids in my town that had a treehouse. The treehouse in question was at the corner of an abandoned field next to my parent's house.
Joey and I were never invited in. One day there was no one there and we decided to take a look.
We climbed up the tree to the treehouse...
We gained access...
I said to Joey, "let's get out of here, this thing could fall out of the tree at any minute, it is not stable".
Joey, being Joey, Said OK, then we exited the treehouse and he proceeded to push it off the branches. It was quite spectacular watching it crash to the ground.
Which of course was the exact moment that Johny Beemer arrived to witness what we had done.
Johny was 2 years older and a good 2 feet taller, and he was part of the exclusive club.
He came at me full of fury and I was yelling "Johny, stop, Johny stop, IT JUST FELL DOWN, the whole design was flawed"
Somehow, I'll never know how, I managed to get Johny to listen to me. What happened next was that I designed a much better treehouse, much bigger, with electricity and yes, heat for the winter, although, looking back, I wonder why no one was asphiciated...
The new design actually brought all the rivals, and nobodies together to play cards, everynight. We'd make up all kinds of strange card games. Crazy 8 with 6 decks of cards. CHEAT with 8 decks of cards... Our boredom was endless yet our imaginations were limitless.
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