The End of an Era

When I was little my grandpa built me and my sister a playhouse in our backyard. It wasn't enormously big or really fancy, but it was a dream house for two little girls. Inside we had a table, two chairs, a cradle and kitchenette. We had flowers in the window boxes and windows that slid open sideways. We'd liked that because we could play like we were a drive through restaurant. Also, on the front of our playhouse was a wooden sign with our names on it. One of our neighbors made it for us. It let the world know that we owned the house. The hours every summer that we played in that hot little playhouse are some of my favorite childhood memories.

It's now been many years since I have played in it. When my sister and I were teenagers it was converted into a storage shed and has been used as such up until the last week or so. Little by little the wood has been rotting away, so my mom decided to take it down. It's garbage clean up in the neighborhood, so the city will take it away for free. This helped solidify the decision. So, on Thursday, August 7 our beloved playhouse was taken down.

In honor of the memories that were made there I decided to post some pictures of the playhouse in the past and some to document Thursday's event. Enjoy!

The brand new playhouse. Notice we don't have the sign yet.
Can you see the tree house? It was awesome!



Can you see the curtains and the flower box on the window?



I just love this photo. My brother calls my outfit a vomit of color.



The playhouse just before they took it down.



The pieces with my brother, the conquerer on top.
Sadly, it doesn't look that different to me without it.