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Today's topic: Childhood Playhouses
Today's memory comes from my younger days. I was three-years-old and my parents were building a house, right next to wear our trailer was at on our land. I remember the excitement of watching the crews build our home and watching my mom paint the various rooms in our home. She asked me what color I wanted my room and being a three-year-old little girl the obvious answer for me was pink. I had pink carpeting, light pink walls and flowered wallpaper in pink shades. I also had the neatest bay windows with a built-in toybox. I was in heaven!
The best part was when my mom would give me leftover scraps of wallpaper and I would try to decorate a huge cardboard box I was using as a playhouse on the front porch. I would assemble various dolls and stuffed animals in there and play for hours. I was sad when the box finally fell apart and my playhouse was no more.
I always wanted a pink playhouse when I was little and I got that...sort of. My dad made me a pink treehouse. It was great until the wasps tried to take it over!
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