Many decades ago, I was a small lad, right in the middle of the baby boom created by soldiers and sailors returning from World War II.
There were no fewer than 10 kids on my street that were within two years of me in age. Two were brothers that lived just 200 feet from my house. Woods surrounded all the houses on our street. Behind their house the previous homeowner had constructed a magnificent tiny cabin for his kids. We immediately made this our clubhouse and meeting place for all outdoor adventures.
Thinking back, this one-room cabin measured only 8 feet deep by 12 feet long. It had a small covered front porch. I can’t begin to share with you how much fun all of us had in this tiny building that looked not much different from POW bunkhouses that my own father slept in. The inside walls were not covered; you could see the wood wall studs and the roof rafters. We didn’t care because we didn’t know any better being 8, 9 and 10 years old. We just wanted our own private little space away from our parents….