I am in the bedroom I shared with my two older brothers when I was 7 years old. The old house didn't have central heat and it was always cold in the winter. We slept in a triple bunk bed and shared a four drawer chest of drawers, the only furniture in the room, well, besides the toy chest.
Behind the old house was an apple orchard. There were all sorts and type of apple trees, pippin, golden delicious, bellflower, and red delicious. The orchard was bright and airy with sunlight streaming through the branches of the apple trees.
The only foot path through the orchard was not very well defined. Only we children used it to go to the gulch on the other side of the orchard. It wasn't difficult to find the gulch if we didn't use the path, so often it wasn't even used.
The path wound its way down into the gulch, past dead, trees and lush ferns. At the bottom of the gulch was a dark and dingy stream. The water flowed slowly and puddled in many places where it was black and stinky.
In the mud on the other side of the stream is a rusty old soup can. The red and white Campbell's label is faded and difficult to read. It looks like it was tomato soup.
A rusty old skeleton key is lying in the path. The top of the key, the circular part that would attach to a key-ring is broken, but the teeth of the key are intact, if rusty. The key probably fits a lock on the tool shed of the school that was on the other side of the gulch.