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The summer before my brother left , I was 4 ish. He musta been 10 ....(He left first, to go live with his father becasue of MY father, then My sister left becasue of my dad and mom took me to live with her, then sister left because of my mom and I was shuttled around..) he built me a fort. It was in the backyard and was three stories high , if you include the lookout tower. At least he said it was for me.

Every weekend morning and odd night hours , he would take his wagon and "go for a walk"...he told Ma. He made it sound as though all the items he brought back were in the garbage but I found out later he stuck to patrolling construction sites, or stole brass for wood..HE was quite handy even back then.

When it was constructed , first in a tree then taken down to main ground level for safety, it was a monster of a fort. The main level had a small jail and a ladder to the second level, which had some wooden rifles on the wall and a small blacony that you could wiggle out to get to the roof (watchtower). It was really fun and a great draw for friends to come and play. It was the best summer ever for me, I jailed my dog Tippy, I shot my dad as he passed in the riding lawn tank. It only lasted about a month until my mom cought my bro smoking in it and necking with the floozy neighbour girl.

My brother is the coolest. (he is the same guy that built my kids that coffin like toy box I mentioned in earlier blog..)