Allie Haney's backyard

When I was in kindergarten in Spotsylvania, I always had to go over to this girl's house to play or be babysat. Ultimately, this friendship was not bound to last. Allie knew she was destined for the hipper things in life, such as teenage pregnancy, while I was bound to get a college degree. Anyway, this is the playhouse in her backyard that her brother, Trevor or Troy or something like that, threw a stink bomb into while she and I were playing and burned her foot. Her brother had girly posters in his room over his waterbed.

I took this picture last summer when my family went back for a funeral. I can't believe that playhouse has made it 20 years and still doesn't have siding! This may be the 3rd or 4th one built since we moved though...