Once upon a time in a humid land encompassed with luscious greens, blues, and reptiles, there lived two fair maidens. Sisters by birth, enemies by will, and best friends by the encouragement of their parents, these two dear souls were made to befriend one another quite regularly due to their mother's deafening insistence of "friends will come and go, but family is here to stay...so you will LOVE your sister!!"
One spring day, during an unusual weekend whereby the parental guidances hereby declared a subsidy in electronic attachments that encompass so much of the world of their heirs, the maidens were summoned to spend the day outdoors. However, as the morning progressed, a large ominous cloud shadowed the land, eventually drenching the fair maidens with copious amounts of water droplets. (Or in today's time, it was raining cats and rats and ferrets and hippos...for most of the day.)
Although the days activities be halted by the perilous weather activity, it did not spoil their appetites for adventure. The fair maidens used a large box and turned it into a privy...an outhouse, of sorts...or in today's language, a porta-potty. It was equipped with a real bonified plastic potty, along with a door for utter and complete privacy.
However, the fun was quickly squelched once both maidens had made use of the privy and were once again in need of some entertainment. The father of the house, while making use of the extra time, decided to clean the compartment attached to the castle that usually housed the family vehicular device (this is sometimes called a garage). In doing so, he was delighted to find some used spray paint cans and additional liquid paint cans, to which he entrusted the contents to be awarded to his young maidens.
The maidens did what all maidens do...they made a royal mess. They first learned the art of graffiti, as they started to decorate their porta-potty with various lovely details. Once they started to lose brain cells from the fumes of the aerosol cans, they were encouraged to move to the large gallon buckets filled with copious amounts of light green paint for their liking. What the layman parents did not fully expect was the fact that their fair maidens were not necessarily born to be clean painters, thus resulting in a blasted mess of the compartment attached to the castle (otherwise known as the garage). Although the porta-potty, adorned with cutesy paraphernalia and adorned with a noxious fume that will embark light headedness to any Duke in the land, was a beautiful masterpiece that shall make any creeply crawly thingamajigger proud if they shall find this bit of gold buried in the dump.
Amidst the rain, thunder, paint, and mess (oh good night, was there a mess!), there was much laughter among the maidens fair. Oh my, was there laughter! And hence forevermore, there shall be memories that embark the minds of these dear sisters of this day...of the box, of the porta-potty adventures, and of the painting fiasco. There shall be memories. And there shall hence and forevermore be memories encompassing the minds of the fair maidens' parents as they cleaned the paint, threw away the clothes, and washed out the tub of the filth and grime and dirt of the day's events, erasing the evidence of the adventure. But never the memories...for memories shall last a lifetime.