At the bottom of our massive stairwell sat the garbage cans. Ugly things. They hid under the stairs next to the attic doors, like trolls guarding the basement. If you were coming down the big hill and over the bridge, you could see them clear as day. Trash thrones.
Right after trash day, I’d tip them on their sides and use them as goals. I’d kick my socc…
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