I spent a day last week at the farm where I grew up. My mom's place now. This is what we call cabin 13. It was a storage shed, then my playhouse when I was a little girl, and later an office for my dad. I guess you could say it's a storage shed again as it's full of rotting junk. I can't go inside because the floor has rotted and fallen through to the ground. Some day soon I think it will be pulled down.