When I was little we had a yellow house with a yellow shed out back that was filled with junk. I remember playing around it in the summer – getting in the gray powdery moon like sand and hunting for roly polys and doodle bugs. We also had a pretty semi-wild kitty cat who spent most of her time hiding under that house. She once had babies under there and it was impossible for us to handle them – so they grew up wild as yellow eyed mountain lions. I sometimes dream I am a kid again and I climb chain link fences on sunny days and see those kitties looking out at me from under that house.