When I was fourteen, my friends and I found an old shack behind our house.
It was about 300 yards from our house, deep in the wooded area of the forest.
My friends and I spent the whole summer cleaning up the place, so we could call it our own fort. No one but us knew it existed, which made it even more cooler. When my parents asked where we were headed all day, we told them we were building a fort in the woods. This old shack was pretty large in size, with two rooms and a dilapidated roof. There were cracks in the ceiling, where we could see the tree branches overhead. We found some old tarps in the junkyard, and fixed up the roof and the floors. When the weather started to get colder, we were cold without a heater. There was no way to heat our new clubhouse, and it was downright freezing inside. We used an old tire rim to build a wood fireplace in the middle of the living room area. My Dad saw the smoke in the woods and decided to check it out. He found us and our clubhouse. He was really impressed with our find and our craftsmanship. My Dad had some old extension cords in the garage. He hooked them up to each other, to form one very long cord. He went to the hardware store and bought us a small space heater for the clubhouse. My Dad told us to use the space heater instead of making a fire. He was worried about our safety. The small space heater wasn’t much bigger than my Xbox, but it really heated the area nicely.