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Nonage
Gibbs like many adults occasionally missed his nonage. It was a simpler time then. Not as many alimonies.
A time when he built a treehouse with his father. A time when his mother was still alive. A time when his relationship with his father wasn't as strained because his mother was still there to run interference.
Gibbs shook his head to clear the memories away and returned to watching his neighbor build a treehouse. He could see the neighbor's kid helping as well as he could at that age. Though like most kids what he could help with was limited. He hoped the neighbor's kid would get more use from the treehouse than he did with his treehouse when he was a child. After Gibbs lost his mom, the treehouse saw very little use as Gibbs and his father couldn't stop fighting enough to finish it.
