We lived near a creek and one summer two friends and I decided to build a tree fort. We scoured the local area for wood and nails and one of the friends 'borrowed' a hammer from his father's garage. It was coming along pretty well till we ran out of wood, so we once again went on the search. Well we found someone else's tree house along the creek and decide to put our pirate patches on and liberate their wooden planks for our own useage.

Well the day grew late and... WAIT, SANTA CLAUSE ISN'T REAL?!?!!


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Bare with me as its' difficult to type throug the tears...

Alright so... teh day grew
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Ican't do this

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Alright so... the day grew late and we decided to put our little project on hold. Next day comes and I climb up onto the tree fort to nail some more planks to the branches when suddenly the planks that where there shift apart and I go careening down and -literally- land in a bucket of nails. Like, my ass lands directly onto the bucket. Luckily it wasn't filled to the top and I pretty much just bounced off the rim of the bucket and was perfectly fine.. but it was rather comical.

Apparently someone.. perhaps some kids from a recently desecrated tree house, had come over and pulled all the nails out of our own project.


Two years later I'm walking home from Jr. High with this one metal head kid who I only kind of knew but lived near me. We're talking and I tell him this very story. He suddenly throws down his pack and proclaims that was HIS fort we took the supplies from, and we end up in a brief but rather physical fight.

Don't steal other people's resources!!

The girl in the pool is still not allowed in the tree-fort, though. Maybe she can just have a paper hat for her efforts