When I was little I was friends with the kid who lived next door. Our two yards were side-by-side but separated by a chain link fence gate. His name was Tyrone, and we had a pretty harmonious friendship until he got older and started to show some of his deep issues. I think one of those issues was that his dad was in prison for a few years, but when he was a kid, he really had high hopes of what it'd be like when he returned. Tyrone had promised that his dad would build a treehouse.
Ironically this dream was a little dumb as there wasn't a good enough tree, but I did imagine a free-standing one in my mind. It was pretty neat what I would imagine it'd be like. In my vision, that treehouse looked nicer than my first eventual house. Tyrone's dad didn't get out of prison until about eight years later and I was already in high school. Even if he did get free when we were small, I really doubt we would have gotten that treehouse in retrospect.