His version morphed into something very different from my childhood memories. The initial result of his work was a number of individual barracks and one large fort. But he didn't stop there. Pretty soon the entire kitchen table was taken over...and then somehow a war broke out until all the houses were smashed.
My memories didn't include the smashing. I believe my houses were cottages where families lived in peace. It is moments like this that I look at my boys and think "they must get that from their dad!" LOL

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