My brother and I spent the day hauling old pieces of wood from behind the garage out into the woods. He piled one last load of into my little arms, then grabbed dad's toolbox and a handful of nails from a bowl on the messy garage shelf. We trudged back to our spot and began work on our treehouse. He did most of the work, ordering me to hand him whatever he needed. We excitedly planned how we would decorate it and when we would each get to use it with our friends. It wasn't much when it was finished, but we sure had fun spending the day building it.