When I was a kid, I teamed with one of my brothers and a few friends and built a treehouse in the backyard. It was about the quality you'd expect from elementary school age boys. The birds decided it was an outhouse.

David and Steve, two brothers from down the street, were jealous, because they were not welcome. They decided to attack with rocks from "the junkyard", a vacant lot behind our home. They broke a window and the next day, my mom found a Boys Club and enrolled us.