But No Trap Doors?

When I was a child, the child next door claimed there was a trap door in his house.  I never challenged him on that, but suspected he made up the whole story. A few years later, I was babysitting for a family who moved into that same house, and the child I babysat wanted to show me something “really neat”.  He led me to a wooden box attached to the floor in one of the closets, and opened the lid of the box.  Then he dropped a shirt in there. It was a laundry chute. Take my word for it. … Continue reading But No Trap Doors?