This is the treehouse, my fortress, at my grandparent's house. I faithfully guarded the backyard in case any bigfoot creatures came crashing through the gate. Believe it or not, not one bigfoot ever got through.
When I was a kid, this treehouse must have been 100 feet off the ground when actually it was only about 10. I miss those days.
My grandparents are gone and so is the tree, but I have the memories.
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Contest: IS: Where I grew up...
Entered: 10/9/2006 6:21:51 PM
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Suziecuchon
said 3 years ago 10/17/2006 1:12:59 AM EDT
I love your treehouse. It is funny how things seem so big when you are small. And to see them when you are big they seem so differnt...but so familiar. Memories of Grandma's house are the bestest memories of all. Nice work. ;)
meowza
said 3 years ago 10/17/2006 1:26:27 AM EDT
Oh, now that is just charming!
It's cute, it's cartoony, yet still has charm, nostalgia, a sense of sadness, change, all that good stuff. All with minimal elements and without the aid of human figures. Not an easy task!
I really really dig this here.
Oh and I see you're trying a few painty type elements here too! Excellente!
Way to go, mate :}
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