When I was young(er), I had cardboard boxes that were transformed into forts, castles, play houses, jails, whatever my mind could imagine. Times have changed.
My husband acquired a boat last year, a great deal for 100.00 (or so he thought). A flat tire on the trailer, and an outboard prop turned plow in an attempt to scale our driveway rendered this 'find' worthless as far as he was concerned. The dump Nazi's refused to take it unless it was cut up into small pieces and hauled in by the truck load. It's too big to bury, and the smell of burning fiberglass turns my stomach at the mere thought. So it became forever ours. Abstract lawn art, if you will. I didn't even notice it anymore.
Unknown to me, our 15 year old son has had his eye on it for some time. From the moment he was told he could have it, the boat has consumed his life. In thinking about it, what a cool hide-a-way for a boy his age to have for his very own! Every extension cord in the house is stretched accross the driveway to provide the power needed to run lights, a radio, and a water pump, every ammenity needed to sustain a weekend from home is all within reach by the flick of a switch. Whereas the hopes of this vessel ever being water worthy has long since been abandoned by us, Andrew has been given a gift that will give him wonderful memories to last a lifetime.
That is a great hideout for him... I need a boat in my yard some days.
ReplyDeleteGreat post! The dancing baby cracks me up!!!
Man, I wish I'd had a boat to hide in at 15!! I would've never left!! :)
ReplyDeleteI too would have loved a boat to hide in at age 15. I only had grapefruit trees....which made excellant accommodations for a 15 year old girl. I transferred all the outdoor furniture under one...it was my office...and home away from home.
ReplyDeletenext time I come to see you, you must take me on a cruise.
ReplyDeleteCan we bring it down to our new house?
ReplyDeleteIf you can talk Roger in to doing it, that would be fine with me (good luck!):)
ReplyDeleteLove, Yo'Mama