In August of the year 2009, a group of young, teenage boys began construction on what was to become one of the greatest accomplishments of their entire lives. Whether it was shooting each other with air soft guns, throwing matches at each other, or simply gathering around to play Pokemon Black and White or poker, they would always have the greatest of times hanging out together sharing stories and
laughs. After spending hundreds of dollars on materials, spending countless hours planning, hammering, sawing, bee swatting, and painting, it was done- she was whole. In the following years a deck and s*x room were added, complete with a secret trap door. There was even a pathetic attempt at a zip-line and homemade hot tub. Her walls were full of life, inviting up to 19 people at one time (unofficial record). Movies were watched. Beer was made. Bonfires were had. It rivaled Joe's garage in notoriety. It was a legendary hangout spot that brought together teens of all kinds: rich and poor, black and white, athletes and fat kids. It had developed its own counterculture unlike any that Burnsville may ever see again. From the time they placed the first nail, to the treehouse's infamous demise, they had transformed from boys to men.The treehouse lives on in all of us. In our memories, our laughter, and our hearts. To us, it wasn't just a treehouse. It was a treehome.