Bab 5: Chapter Four: The Trash Shack
So me and Gabe hung out a lot, sometimes in the street, sometimes in my yard, sometimes in his, and sometimes we played in the lot next to my house. That lot was full of trees, over grown plants and lawn clippings. Lots of leaves and tree limbs and generally stuff you don't want in your yard. But as kids we didn't really care about poison ivy, our rule was so long as you have shoes your perfectly fine. Around the time I was six or so there were a bunch of high-schoolers on the street. I called them "the older kids" I know I'm very original in my naming, so creative. These kids will be mentioned a lot since one of them was Gabe's older step brother Bailey. These kids all knew me when I was a baby and me and Gabe both tagged along a lot when they hung out.
At one point the boys of this group decided to make a clubhouse. They decided to build it in the lot (I have no idea how they got away with this). They built it themselves out of wood them found from the dump and wrote no girls aloud on it. Because of this very official rule I was not aloud inside for a long time, but when I did see t one day I was with Gabe though the older kids weren't there. I remember there was a shelf and a hammer, and a glass jar of apple sauce on the shelf. I remember there was a rickety old rocking chair and a hole in the floor. And I remember being very disappointed, I had thought it would be a lot cooler.
This wasn't a tree house or anything but looking back I must admit, that was definitely some impressive work on their part. For one they were working with wood they found in the dump. For another thing they managed to make a functioning shelf. Maybe I'm over estimating how hard it is to build a shelf but there is another reason that this was impressive.
So years have gone by, the apple sauce has long disappeared and the hammer too, the rocking chair is basically broken, or it looks as much, and most if not all of t older kids have graduated high school, or at least they just stopped hanging out with us. Sometimes me and Gabe go in there but mostly we hang out in the street (there were a lot of pointy nails and stuff sticking out at odd angles).
Then there's a big big storm! Trees fall, the power goes out (probably, I don't have a good memory) and I'm stuck inside eating the food of power outages and storms, pudding cups (don't ask me why they are just linked in my brain) and drawing stuff on paper by the light of a flashlight/lantern. Look that's what I did when the power went out okay!
When the storm cleared, I looked to the lot...
AND THE SHACK WAS STILL STANDING!
The shack stood for another year and then another storm struck...
AND GUESS WHO WALKED OUT OF THAT FIGHT WITHOUT A SCRATCH!
Eventually my parents decided they wanted to sell the house and the petitioned the town to clean up the lot which sadly ended in the destruction on the Trash Shack because as my parents said "It was an eye soar". But to this day my dad and I still marvel at the fact that the shack stood for so long. It survived two hurricanes.
Since the town cleaned up the lot and placed the "Dumping lawn clippings here results in a fine" sign that everyone ignores, the lot has of course gone back to its former glory. Though now there is an empty spot where a trash shack should be.
That's all for now!
Love Ya,
Lissa
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