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A neighbor owned a furniture store and his kids had the best boxes in the neighborhood.
We cut windows and doorways and used multiple boxes (washer and dryer! How about a new deep freeze?) to make complex structures.
We had some we kept for months in the attic just for winter snow days.
Whenever someone in the neighborhood got a new appliance it was like Christmas for the kids. We’d take the box out in the backyard and turn it into a fort or a space capsule, cut windows and hatches and play in it until we turned it into a ragged scrap.
Good times.
The contemporary iteration is as housing for the shelter-challenged.
Future metamorphosis: W.E.F./NWO/Beast System public housing projects.
“You will own NOTHING and keep your fucking mouth closed about it, serf.”
– World Oblast Governor/ Global Gauleiter/Moloch’s Minister of Misery, K. Shhwabb
auntie,
back in the ’80 s i worked as an outside salesman at a company that was beside an appliance store–we salesmen all had a key to the back door so that we would always have access during non working hours-
we had a guy that was huge–he lived/worked about 40 miles away so on days when he needed to come to the office he would get in about 6:30-7:00am–
one extremely cold,windy am when he got to the back door there was a fridge box blocking the door–thinking that the wind had blown the box there he ran up on it & kicked a field goal–
he said that the loudest scream you can imagine came out of that box–
Actually the venerable refrigerator box is one of the best field expedient shelters ever conceived.
Those were the days! Thanks for the flashbacks.
You had your OWN box? Fancy-schmancy.
Yup, me and some of the boys in the neighbor hood would put a big box on our red flyer wagon and go camping in the alley in our motor home…course, we had to be home for supper.
If given the chance, all the kids of the past would’ve dumped the box for the Xbox.
They were fun and they still are.