When I was 13, my friends Markie, Ted and I decided to build a clubhouse. We didn’t have any money or real know-how, but there was a construction site about a block from our houses, and the collective lunacy of three 13-year old minds went to work. We scavenged wood and other materials and very crudely, constructed a 7’ cube complete with a swinging door, roof and floor.
We ran a cord with a light fixture from my buddy’s house to the corner of his yard where our clubhouse had found its home. We added a radio, some patio furniture pads, settled in and hung out.