“It was just a weathered garden shed,
In the shadow of a tree,
With faded boards and sagging door,
But a wonderment to me.”

The Garden Shed by David Pekrul

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Do you remember the garden shed as a child? Was it dark, full of cobwebs and that certain smell of the earth and aging wood? Or clean, well lit and functional? No one in my neighborhood had anything but mysterious, dark, earthy smelling sheds. I recall stealing a kiss from a neighbor girl in a garden shed. It was all so mysterious and secretive then.