February of 2012 our basement contained a make shift village that my siblings, our neighbors, and I built. We each had our own house which was made with whatever we found in the basement such as netting, fencing, planting supplies, etc. Everyone really enjoyed it and loved keeping their houses neat and tidy, as long as I was there so that they could hire me to do it for them. One day Dad came down and did not like how everything was all over the place to form little rooms so he had us take it all down and put it neatly away. We were all very sad but did as we were told.
Today the basement is known as The Thomas Clubhouse where we go to hang out when it is raining or simply to hot or cold outside. A couple times, when we have been down there, someone will ask me if they can make their own room. I am happy they still remember the village that once was but tell them no.