final resting place

when I was a teenage, I moved out of the family home - and into the back yard where we had an old caravan not unlike this faded beauty. It was my own little self contained living space, where me and my mates could hang out.
It was never quite as decrepit as this example, and later, someone actually bought it and towed it away.
No more speeding down the highway towed by something with lots of chrome for this one.