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Just a Building?

 Decisions on what to do with our old shed?  Tear it down?  Fix it up?  Paint it or side it?  Is it just a building?  Four walls and an old door.

We moved into this house 13 years ago with three little boys.  This old shed began an amazing journey with us.

It had a crab apple tree in front of it.  The boys pulled a pallet up into the tree and nailed ladders and wood to the tree until it died.

It became the play house.Trucks, animals and toys continuously fell out of it.  I see this shed and I see these little boys playing under a tree.

Then it was a fort.  Tanks, guns, airplanes, horses and trucks filled the shed from the little attic to the bottom.  In fact the wall was pushed out of the back so that it was a perfect hiding place to capture a brother running around it.  One day I looked out and a plank was going from the roof to the garage roof and the fort expanded to the lookout tower on the garage.

Then it became a shop.  Work bench, fire bricks, and tools.  Wooden guns, spears, bows and arrows, knife making and bike tires filled the space.  Hunting equipment, tack, baseball and other past time equipment filled in the space.

Finally, it seemed to be a hang out.  A place to go when on the phone in the rain.  A place for a young man wrestling with manhood to think and be.

Today it is empty.  Caleb and I cleaned it out top to bottom.  Windows are going in on the east and the old window on the west fixed.  Painted and an old area rug put in and a chair or two.   I'm putting up sheet rock left over from another project. 

It's still an old shed but it is place of memories past and ones to come!!!


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