My parents used to get gigantic cardboard boxes for us, the kind refrigerators and washing machines come in. Dad would cut out window shutters and we'd take our crayons and design our own houses in them. Wallpaper, carpets, curtains, the works. And we'd play in it for a week and then it would rain and the box would melt and they would get a new one and we'd make a new house. It was great.
(And when we got sick of house? We'd put it on its end, slither in through the window on the side, and call it a rocket ship. I have visited most of the solar system, Vulcan, Alpha Centuri... =D)
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Date: 2005-05-28 05:10 pm (UTC)(And when we got sick of house? We'd put it on its end, slither in through the window on the side, and call it a rocket ship. I have visited most of the solar system, Vulcan, Alpha Centuri... =D)