Okay?” she told me. I agreed to her terms and we headed into her house. Since her mother was at work, we were all alone. As I opened the basement door, I could hear Stephanie take in a deep breath. I looked over at the light switch and flipped it up. We both sat on the top step in awe. Before us lay the biggest room, full of amazing things like guns, baby cradles, and old clothes. I ran down the staircase, almost tripping over myself. That is when I spotted it. The silver lining on the lid sparkled as the light hit it .I knew it was what I was looking for. The color red shone on the top of the steel can. It was paint. When I say paint, I don’t mean finger paint. It was the real thing. I looked beyond it and there lay even more paint in bright colors like purple, orange, blue and green. Stephanie, who was looking through some old clothes, looked over at me. “I never knew all this was down here. I was so stupid to be scared of it. You find anything? All I’ve found is some old duty clothes,” she said. I looked at her with one of my mischievous smiles and told her.” Thank me later, Stephanie. I just found us a project for the day. Grab us some paint brushes. We are fixing to paint.” She squealed with excitement as I told her of my secret plans and immediately we got to work. We gathered all the brushes we could find. Stephanie got her old wagon out and we loaded up all the paint. The two of us struggled as we carried it up the stairs. I was a bit selfish at this age, and being so, I wanted to go to my house. Since no one was there but my sister, we hauled all of our materials down the road and into my yard. When we got there, it didn’t take us long to realize that this would be a big job. I grabbed a paintbrush and loosened the half-opened cans. The paint was dried out for air and the can was half full. It was till enough to do the job. There on the road ...
