In the attic, the ceiling and walls were painted blue. We had to bend over a lot walking around so we didn’t bump into the roof. There was an ornamental rug and a large sewing table on one side. My brother and I would spend hours with our trainset on the table, no matter how hot the attic got. We would sometimes lay sewing pins accross the tracks and watch as the electricity would heat up the pin and melt the plastic ball off. We had christmas lights that we would use as house lights. The houses were made of milk cartons that our grandfather had made long ago.
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