“Looks exactly how I remember,” Stuart sighed.
“Think so?” Walter tilted his head, squinting at the wooden fort. “Looks smaller to me.”
“We were smaller then,” Stu laughed. “Remember hanging out in the clubhouse eating breakfasts of dry Cap’n Crunch straight out of the box?”
Walter chuckled. “Wendy used to get that for the boys but I ate it more than they did.”
“Me too,” Stu stomped a path through the tall grass.
“You never told me why you bought the old fort,” Walter said following.
Climbing the rickety ladder, Stu struck a pirate pose on the gangway.
“Retirement home.”
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