This was my “chicken house”. It was created as a football shaped toy box, however, not satisfied with using things for their intended purposes (and not a fan of sports), I (3) turned it into my own special place of rest and relaxation. I feel like this explains a lot about me as a child, and an adult. I think we were fully moved into our new home at this point, however, it’s difficult to tell, because it appears that the Mitchell’s house and our trailer both had the same carpet. Weird.
It wasn’t all fun, and games, and making friends on the new homestead, we also had to do our best to tame the wild Indiana countryside. Don’t worry, my parents didn’t actually let me near this beast when it was in operation.