:lol I remember my sister and I playing with a big cardboard box that we made into a house. The best part was we had it on top of a small hill. We spent all day making it with markers, drawing windows and pictures on the inside and out. At the end of the day we decided to get in it and roll down the hill. We threw it away and went to eat dinner with mom and dad. I think I was 7 years old... one of the best memories I have growing up in the foot hills of Colorado. All day spent in a old box... :b