A boy’s version of a man cave is a tree house. When I was a kid, a neighbor and I used some scrap lumber and built a tree house in his elm tree. It was more like a platform spread across two sturdy limbs with no walls or any cover. Nothing fancy, but it was ours.
A busy pre-teen has lots of things on his mind. He needs a quiet place of his own to escape the rat race for a while — just relax and figure things out.
The quiet serenity of this scene reminded me of that tree house.
Thought for the Day: Solitude would be ideal if you could pick the people to avoid.