We were living in an old Airstream trailer with a wood stove that filled the interior with smoke whenever it was lit. I was maybe 7, my brother and sister 5 and 4. When it rained, a hollow in front of the trailer filled up with water and we would dance around in it like naked madthings.

It was a building site, so there were always piles of dirt around. When a foundation was being dug, we would grab sticks and cardboard tubes and re-enact scenes from Star Wars and Battlestar Galactica, pushing our fingers into smooth sides left by the earth movers to create control panels, thermal exhaust ports and reactor cores.