My treehouse/My back reserve

By the end of the day,
all we do had done is played, played and played.
The hairy caterpillars that ruined the day
and scared us all away.  
The huts that got made from wood and sticks
and the huts that got destroyed to add more twigs.
A lifetime of memories that will never be forgot,
nothing will ever compare to the memories I’ve got.
I had to say goodbye one day though
but the times I’ve made will never go.