My grandparents had one and it was like a magnet to us kids. We used to like going to the outhouse. That thang stank and I don't know why we liked going, guess it was something different. And, since we didn't have to do it all the time, I reckon' it was okay.
Weird thing is, the first time I took my daughter hunting, I believe she was 7 at the time, there was an outhouse at the camp. I bet she went 8 or 10 times that day. She thought that was the neatest thing. Oh well, like dad, like daughter.
So glad for indoor plumbing. That should've probably been one of my things listed on the "Things you love" list.
