I didn’t know we had an attic.

I assumed the second floor led directly to the roof, but you know how it is here in the suburbs, I visited my friend Kaycee and her house and mine were built by the same hands, her parents set up a TV room in their attic, state-of-the-art equipment.We have played since we were kids and when we grew up she was my very first crush.

Our houses had always been the same shade of blue; Old man Sampson has led the neighbors association since forever and when the Watkisses wanted to paint their house white he raised hell. “We have tradition to uphold, this street has always been the blue street and it will be so until the Second Coming!”

I found the attic door and climbed it, so many cobwebs and dust.

Scrapbooks, old clothes, how long has this been there? But in the middle of the room there was crate, wooden with a metal lock. “Expedition to the Arctic, 1925”

When I opened and that thing was released I understood Old Man Sampson knew better.

Our houses shall always remain blue.