Our 1928 Cotswold cottage-style house needed a space where our kids—ages 13, 11, and 7—could go to get away from the adults. We were renovating upstairs and had hired a crew, and they had to gut the 900-square-foot basement to get at the wiring and plumbing, run heat ducts, and rebuild a load-bearing wall. The "while we're at it" mode of thinking kicked in.
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