I’m outside but part of your home, A place to sit and let thoughts roam. Covered or open, I enjoy the sun, Grill and garden chairs make me fun. What am I?

A home of wood, both small and still, found deep in the woods by lake or hill.

Crack, crack, break your mama's back.... Is something you may hear children saying on me.

I clothes every day, more so in frigid weather. I hang in display, known to ride a bag of leather. I get caught in the fray, Better get mad or clever. Last three letters away: done to splay or bring together.

Getting you some cash, the start of a trap, laid under the seas, or connecting poles to let you speak. Don't let me get all tangled up. What am I?