Every kid in the neighborhood envied Peter. He had the coolest room. It was upstairs away from his stupid sisters and it had a window and its own roof. At night you could sit outside and look up at the stars. You could climb up to the top of the house if you wanted to. You could slide off the roof in winter into a snowbank.
Peter was wicked lucky. And the stupid loser was afraid of heights. The whole house was just like, wasted on him.