Barbara followed me.įred looked us both over. I shrugged and climbed on in to the treehouse. She really wanted to be a member of their club and see their clubhouse.
The boys all snickered at Fred’s use of the f word. Our club stuff is secret, so we don’t want you coming in and then deciding you don’t want to do the initiation. “If you come in to join the club, you have to agree to do whatever we tell you to do. The four of them got together and whispered for a few minutes before Fred spoke up. “Okay, and how do we get to join your club to get in to your clubhouse?” I asked.įred looked at the other three boys and back at us. It’s not a dollhouse, and it’s not a playhouse. “If you want to come into the treehouse, you’ve got to be a member of the club. They also had a couple of old bed sheets, some cardboard boxes, and a collection of bottles for slingshot practice. “My friend and I think your treehouse looks pretty neat, and we were wondering if we could see the inside of it?” Okay, actually I had now already seen the inside, and it was fairly much what I expected, bare wood floor, milk crate and fruit crate seats, some dirt bike magazines, a well pawed copy of Penthouse, and a few big posters. I stuck my head in the open door and looked at the four boys sitting on the floor. I guess I was the brassy one, because I finally went over and started climbing. All I know is, we thought it looked really neat and wanted to see the inside of it. I don’t remember how old I was when Barbara and I first noticed the boys playing in the treehouse.