When I was in the third grade the teacher asked us to write essays on what we did over the weekend.
That was the weekend that Dad built our outhouse at the lake.
I wrote a nice two pager about outhouse construction, together with a cut-away side elevation showing the hole, the seat and the rest.
My teacher lived in a neighboring town. She showed my essay to quite a few people, including a Minnesota Highway Department engineer with whom Dad worked.
“I hear that your son wrote an essay on your outhouse