Between what I consider "free time" and the arrival of my children from school I ventured to Gillet Castle. While roaming around I noticed how terrible the castle looked. It was as if my son constructed it out of paper mâché. It was homely and far from perfect. I began to realize that this castle represented how my life was in the past. My life has been hectic, ugly and far from flawless. At a young age verbal abuse and physical abuse infected my life. I was this castle and thats why it inspires me because with all its faults it stands tall.