I'd spend a week in a treehouse. it would have to be a luxury one though. Flying foxes, rope bridges, T.V... awesome. I wanted a treehouse when I was a little kid. My dad eventually relented and got me one, and it was a very nice one. It had a rope swing, a pulley for secret supplies, and 2 stories. Obviously he didn't build it himself. He got a builder to do it. However nice the treehouse was, my little brother and I quickly wrecked it, unfortunately. We made "magic mixtures" with juice and water, and got very sick from them. We also hid a packet of mouldy jelly beans up there, and sometimes left the windows open so rain got in.Soon enough, it was infested with bugs and stuff. We didn't like going there because once a HUGE millipede crawled out from under our rugs on the floor. We screamed so loud you could hear us across the valley and scrambled down the trapdoor as quick as we could. It was fun when it was new though, because the McKenzie kids from nextdoor we come out of the bush with their makeshift swords and spears (Which we very much envied) and came charging at us to do battle and siege it. We threw water down on top of them once, fired at them with pop guns, and pretty much raised a riot. Great fun- I wouldn't mind doing it again (preferably without the bugs)