As a child, I found myself getting on my parent's nerves. I would always want someone to play with, and normally when I would ask my dad would always say that he was too busy. Then he would tell me to go outside and play, which in essence meant go away and leave him alone. What I realized was that my dad was always going to be busy and that I needed to create a place to go where I could have fun, even when I had no one to play with. My imagination, as a child was very strong. Creating a hideaway for myself ws an easy task, one many years of joy and childhood memories that I still cherish today.
             This story is about me, as a little boy, around the age of eight years old. I lived in a neighborhood with many older couples, which meant not having many children my age to play with. So this led me to depend on my family for entertainment. Being the hard working couple that my parents were they did not always have time to play with me. Luckily I found alternative ways to pass the time.
             Passing time usually consisted of playing with logs of wood. I would spend hours at a time playing with these logs. Honestly, I had such a wonderful imagination that I could look at a log and see a high tech military weapon. My favorite game was to go outside and set up little army men, then take cover and have a shoot out. Well, my favorite game soon became boring because the army men always lost for some odd reason. Day by day I would dream up new games I could play while my parents were working. Some days I would scale mountains that were a thousand feet tall, which some of us call trees. Other days I could be found in my space shuttle also referred to as a cardboard box.
             The summer time was always the season that I dreaded most. During this time my parents were rarely at home and all day long there were nothing but soap operas on TV. It was not long until I found out that my house was a dull and boring place. I searche...