They built castles in the sand pile the neighbour ordered years ago to fill in around his foundation. Now a six-foot deep moat surrounded his house, protected by a few wooden stakes, tops painted fluorescent orange, leaning non-threateningly away from the hole.
I told them to stay out of there, and the neighbour raised hell every time he saw them. He’d come scrambling out across the rickety drawbridge of boards jutting from his front door, screaming about trespassing.
The next day, I went out with them, and we built a fortress, with pointed towers and thick curtain walls and everything.