When I was 12 or 13 my family rented a house in Washington state. The people we rented from lived just down the street and the house had belonged to the guy’s parents, who had passed away many years before. There was a neat little attic loft and I asked if I could have that for my room. My folks said ok and I moved in. There was lots of stuff stored in the attic and I got exploring around in there. There were 3 old steamer trunks in the room and I started rummaging thru them.
