Behind the shed. Dad was going to take me behind the shed.

That shed had been many things...many failures of his. Greenhouse, chicken coop, etc. Now it was the shed, such as it was. Run-down...broken down. Just like Dad.

I was one of his failures. We didn't see eye-to-eye on a lot of things, so he failed in raising me. I saw things differently, did things differently. I succeeded...he didn't like that.

I didn't do anything wrong, just disagreed. He'd forgotten that I was bigger than him now. This would be the last time he took me behind the shed.