the shrinking house

there once was a little boy who was very happy with life. he lived in an enormous house, had lots of friends, and had the best parents a child could want.

on the average day, the boy would come home from school (which he enjoyed very much), romp around with his many friends outside till the sun went down. then he go inside his giant house, and stay till very late because his parents loved him, and never made him go to bed until he felt like it. and the little boy was happy.

years went by and the little boy was not so little anymore. life was still good, but it had changed in many ways.
he had less fun in school (mainly because his new teachers were a bit sluggish and more demanding than his previous ones), he didn't talk to many of his old friends anymore, and he began to notice that his parents were often red-eyed and bickering, which hurt him very much for he loved both of them with all his heart.
it also occured to the boy, that his mansion seemed to be smaller than his youthful memories. but the boy was content.

more time went by and by now the boy was becoming a young man. life was alright, but things kept on changing. school was very difficult (his instructors did not seem to be in the lesson and gave out large assigments that were very time consuming), he had now but a handfull of friends and started finding empty alchol bottles strewed about the house. many nights he would lie in bed and wonder, "why are my parents yelling so loudly? and why does my room seem so small?" he never got an answer, yet the young man never complained.

from adolecence to manhood is but a small leap and our hero had leapt far enough. he was shocked to see how serverely his life had been altered from his early childhood musings. he had dropped out of school (for the professors were nothing more than greedy unscrupulous ne'er-do-wells, who collected a salary
for doing nothing), began taking therapy on account of him talking to imaginry people, and had been seperated from his abusive alcholic parents. his final reflection of his former home as he was transported away was, " how can anyone live in a hovel so small?" and he started to cry.