When I was seven, my parents gave me the frame of a clubhouse for my birthday; it had two walls and a roof. I and the neighborhood kids added the other walls; when someone down the street replaced the shingles on their roof, we took the discarded ones and shingled ours. We did half of it wrong before figuring out how shingles are supposed to go (start at the bottom!) Someone else found the remains of an alphabet used to put a surname on a mailbox. It was missing the letter “F”, so the clubhouse became “Phort Tiger”, anticipating the F -> PH meme by a decade and a half. We seceded from the union and declared our backyard to be the sovereign nation of Tigeria.