The old train depot in Canadian, Texas that my family has converted into a warehouse and general office for my family business has impacted my life the most. My brother, cousins and I would spend our time climbing the stacks of lumber spread across the walls of the warehouse. We would run across the stacks and jump on each  one until we made it across the warehouse, all while being covered in black soot by the time it was over. The length was as long as a football field and was immense to us as kids. Every day after school we would all go down there and run around until closing time and repeat the same process the next day. It still seems like a giant playground to this day even 15 years later.