This thread is progressing better than I expected. Any doubts I had before about starting it are now gone. So, I will now give back by telling a short story:
Location- Georgia(U.S.A)
Me- Age 10
Names have been changed for obvious reasons.
They were both nice houses(I only ever lived in trailers so any house was a nice house to me) yet, they were odd houses. House A. had no power, while house B. had no cable or phone. So house A. had power cords stretching to house B. siphoning off its power. While house B. had cable and phone lines stretching to house A.
I wasn't allowed in house B. House A. is where all the kids went. JoJo(age 14) lived in house A. Jojo had Mario Kart for the 64 and I fucking loved Mario Kart for the 64.(He had a ps2 also, but nobody was allowed to play it) All the kids took turns playing the 64(I dominated). But Jojo was the only one I could never beat. He was the undisputed champion. He was so good in fact that on his version of Starfox we could be in the Landmaster or on foot in multiplayer. We would sometimes play for hours on end(and even days a couple times) I quite enjoyed it. I never saw much of the adults as they were always in house B. Jojo was always in charge of us, he was a good leader.
One day, house B. lost its power too, so that meant house A. did as well. That also meant no more 64. While in house A. one day, I was hungery, so I was handed a pack of hotdogs. Yet, house A. was powerless, so I decided to cook them over a candle.(don't do that by the way, you'll get black stuff all over it) Jojo's job aside from watching us, was to watch the door of House A. as well. People were always knocking on the door. Sometimes Jojo left us a little while to run errands. One day Jojo's mom was in a panic and crying. We left house A. that day and moved soon after. I never saw either house or Jojo again.
This was written through the perspective of my memories as they came to me.