The Backyard

In my dreaming last night I dreamt of the backyard at our house on Addison. Does that sound kind-of weird? I don't know why I would dream about that.
But the ending thought of my dream was, wouldn't it be interesting to do an archeology type dig of that yard to see what we turned up? We'd need to especially focus on the area under the window to the back bedroom. Remember, Michael, how you use to play with your Matchbox cars there for hours? I predict we'd find some paintless, but perserved none-the-less, cars buried down in that dirt.
Back yard memories. I loved sleeping out in the backyard during the summer months. I think what I most loved about it was the conversations we'd have as we settled down to sleep. The older siblings always had fantastical information to impart. And, by the way, this was where I was informed of the facts of life.
I remember the tree house that Bruce built.
I remember having to climb up on the playscape so the mean old greyhound dogs from down the street couldn't get us. That was a problem for like only one summer but it really was pretty scary to me.
I remember messing around with firecrackers.
I remember playing kick-the-can.
I remember when Bruce fell off the picnic table and broke his arm.
I remember playing Wedding when the Smiths came to visit. We used a netting half-slip as the wedding veil and white flowers from our 'Bridal Veil' bushes along the back fence.
I remember the battered garbage cans (we had two) and the big metal barrel for burning trash. How often did we burn trash?
I remember Steve Victor and I tying Nubby Clough's bike up in the tree just for something to do. We got in trouble.
We had a lilac bush along the east fence and the huge weeping willow along the west fence. Our apple tree just outside the kitchen window never really did produce many apples that I remember. The only other tree was the very straight tree that served as the foundation for the tree house. It was in the middle of the yard closer to the back fence. I'm not sure our flowers in back ever really flourished. We had grass but I don't think much time and energy was spent beautifying the back yard. I think it was pretty trampled and well-used from all our play.
What are your memories of the back yard?