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My grandfather’s “magic shed”

You may think of a small sized shed, maybe being simple, but My grandfather’s shed was nothing like a normal shed. Since when I was a child, every time we had a problem there was something in the shed that could repair it, and I always saw it as a magic house with the answers to all my future problems. That shed was the size of a small house, was made of wood and contained a lot of small pieces and tools that helped with almost everything we needed when something was not ok, even a medical kit. My grandfather is a conservative man, he likes the old on top of the new, and believes that having an answer to any problem he might encounter should be registered with its respective tools in the shed. Back in the days of the shed, it was located in the backyard of an old part of the house, where the light was just provided with a small lantern and everything in there was nothing but memories and old stuff. My cousins and I used to play in the shed, like if it was our house because of its size. One of the most shocking memories in where my grandfather managed to control the things with the help of the “magic shed” was the day my younger cousin, (which at the time was around 5 years old) was running in the second floor’s bathroom and broke the sink, leaving a huge mess and my little cousin injured. My grandfather told us to calm down and go to the shed as there was only my cousins, both my grandfather and grandmother and me and the house was almost fully flooded. He went to the back of the house and got the tools to repair the sink and the water as well as a new tube to replace the broken one. Then after he checked my cousin and told us everything was fine we were able to return to the house and help with the mess my little cousin made. There are some other stories involving the shed, we always considered it as “magic” because it was also the place where the gifts of christmas were brought from, with the excuse of being santa claus’ secret storage room. I still remember the last day I saw the shed, it was a few years ago, the shed was demolished because of how old it was , hygiene, and also because the backyard was going to be renovated. That shed was a fun part of me and my cousin’s childhood and even though it was nothing super special, I have enough memories to believe it was.