One summer, when I was about 9 years old, I was visiting my Granny and Pa, and decided that my cousins and I needed a clubhouse. So I began creating: I recruited the help of several of my cousins; we decided to make our clubhouse behind the hedge at Granny’s house; and then we started scrounging for stuff to build our clubhouse out of. We found scraps of wood, bricks, logs, and old material scraps. We debated and planned, built and then had to rebuild, argued and became frustrated over details and then, after lots of discussion, and struggles, we figured out a new plan. And where were the directions? Our parents? The snap together parts that came in a pre-made box? They were not there. And s