Growing up, I always had so much fun the nights my sister and I got to spend the night at grandma’s house. Her house was always filled with movies, candy, and internet access that you didn't have to dial up. All of these things were great, however, my favorite thing about grandma’s house was the playhouse in the backyard. It was built in double decker shed. On the bottom is where my grandpa kept his lawn mower and other tools. The top section of this five foot by five foot shed, held the home of my young imagination.
There was a long wooden ramp with rope handrails that led up to the a tiny balcony and door on the white playhouse. Inside the house was a two foot tall kitchen set: equipped with a refrigerator filled with plastic groceries. In the corner is where we kept a small wooden table and two small wooden chairs that were often occupied by a stuffed animal. My sister and I always fought over who got to sit in the over-sized bean bag chair that looked like a strawberry. My sister and I kept all over our treasures safe in the playhouse. Our treasures included the sacred magic 8 ball and our CD player.
I had the greatest time when my cousin Nikki would also be at grandma's house, so we all could play in the playhouse together. We played everything from restaurant to mermaids in that playhouse. The playhouse was in the far corner of the backyard right next to the neighbors fence. Every once and awhile the neighbors children would be playing outside and we would comverse over the fence. Looking back at it now, I feel bad at how much we lied to the girls across the fence. These girls were a few years younger than me and my cousin, which mad the very gullible to what we were saying. We made fake cell phones and would pretend to get calls from our best friend Britney Spears or our boyfriends the Jonas brothers, and rush into the playhouse to take the call. The girls believed everything we told them and begged us to bring them to concerts with us.
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