One summer day when I was nine or ten a van came from the appliance store and stopped three houses down. Two workers unloaded a big cardboard box that had FRIGIDARE printed on its side, and they used a wheeled cart to muscle it up the porch steps and into the front door. They came out fifteen minutes later, and put the empty box on the curb. Naturally, I saw the possibilities and dragged it to my back yard.
It was my private clubhouse, with a membership of one. Me! Inside the box I punched out a 1/4th inch hole with a pencil, near the top. A hardly noticeable spy hole through which I could see without being seen.
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