I grew up in the outskirts of a little town call Benton City. Living out in the country was a lot of fun. I could yell and scream and nobody, most of the time, cared too much. This amount of freedom was all I needed to express my creative side.
I have a little brother that is about 3 years younger than me. I would often express my creative side by inventing games and activities for us to do together. At first I would ask him “Hey, would you like to throw rocks at each other?” his response would often be no. This puzzled me and so I was try to figure out ways for him to say yes.
We had an area of the property that we lived on where the previous owner dumped a bunch of boards, tires, fence posts, carpet, metal gates, sheets of plywood, and anything
