This tree house is pretty sick. My dad built me one when I was younger, one of the only handyman tasks he succeeded in carrying out ( he still owes me a dollshouse for my 6th birthday). I tried my first cigarette in that hut and carried out missions with friends, sadly over one winter some lone ranger set up camp in it and when i returned after the snow had melted I found a sofa, a set of silver golf clubs and books on how to make bombs. Sad times.