The dug-out shelter is sort of what I grew up in. My dad bought a small piece of land and built our house with masonry blocks, partially into the hill, so it was actually a half basement style. It had a kitchen, bathroom and one big room that we used curtains to separate for sleeping.
As time went by, he built an upstairs and eventually there were three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a washing room, entryway big enough to hang out with others or even sleep in, and an enclosed porch. We had a mud driveway that he eventually got blacktop on it when my brothers worked for the city and brought in left over stuff, so for free! He also got a few other buildings for free when people wanted them taken down!
We did lots of things to eat like fish and grow stuff, and to make money like sell handmade things and babysit. In many ways it was great! I got feisty as a teen and didn't think my parents knew anything so moved away avoiding them as much as possible for a long time. Funny thing is my dad was very insistent on keeping connected and bugged me a lot, and gradually I learned how much they did know, and we grew closer again. They are both gone now, but that house still stands!
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