Aw, the sweet memories of three boys, quilts, sheets, G.I. Joe and kite string. You can't imagine how long it takes to get to the only bathroom when G.I. Joe ties up the path!
And there was that time that my sister and I fed my grandmother's "curtains" into the fan for half the night. (They were hanging on the rods, too.) They were new plastic! Imagine, plastic curtains. Really, they deserved the fan.