Note: I had to climb a tree to get this picture. I was higher than the roof of my boathouse. Appreciate it.
When one of my older brothers was a preteen, he didn't want to build a treehouse; he wanted to just put platforms in a tree so that it still had that adrenaline feeling of being in a tree, but had the stability and comfort to stay up there for a while. These platforms went way high up in the tree, higher than he'd ever be able to climb without them.
When my younger brother and I became old enough to climb trees, we naturally loved these platforms. The only problem is that since my older brother is my elder by six years, these platforms had become pretty unstable---they had only been made out of chipboard. So my trusty little brother borrowed a hammer from my dad and knocked off the boards, which were mostly rotten. He tried to pull out the nails but they were stuck fast. And every time I see the nails, I can't help but hear the voice in my head label them as a "nail in the tree".
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