While growing up in the Hilltowns, being surrounded by creeks, hiking trails and zero neighbors was ok. However, I feel like I missed out on what a lot of kids came up with: dun dun dun, a tree house. I can't complain, I had a pallet shack thing that served it's purpose, but, I missed out on greatness. Continue on to smell what I'm stepping in.

Maybe my parents were to busy with work to build me a cool tree house. Maybe they were afraid I would plummet to my death while trying to climb high into the heavens to play whatever kids play in tree houses?  I wouldn't know what that's like, cause I didn't have a tree house!

As if it couldn't get any better, apparently there's a way to rig a bike to wires and make a damn elevator. Screwed I tell ya, screwed!