Every night, I slowly scuffed my shoes through the streets, getting closer to the building. Its height was visible from several blocks away. This incongruous glow caused disgusted murmurs and shakes of their heads from everyone. Week after week, I ventured a few more steps, until new sights and sounds were unlocked. At a certain gap in the fence near Fifth Street you could see the glow of a sign. If you walked around in the opposite direction, you would see the giant cube of the trash can, weighed down by glass bottles and many other things that children shouldn't worry about. I had figured out early on that the lights actually led to a building, and I intended to eventually go inside to experience the fun that the exterior boasted through its flashing signs and large size . At that point, I could count the number of steps it took me to reach the corner of the street in front of the back.