Go-Kart and BB Gun

So the new step daddy was a car jockey in his sober time and continuously brought home some hitch hiker from I-40. We sometimes got some real winners boarding with us and sometimes not. One of the good ones helped my brother and build a cool kart. He had a welder and there was a hardware store just across the street. We would spend all of our gaming money on new wheels etc., to get this kart rolling. We just about had it all finished minus a motor. This thing was sweet, low to the ground just begging for a chainsaw motor. We went away for the weekend and came home to a burnt pile of what used to be our house. The kart was nowhere to be found. After studying the wreckage I spied what used to be my bedroom. I went looking for my other prized possession, my BB gun. Removing the rubble from around the old wrought iron frame there where the gun should be was a fine outline of silver carpet representing my BB Gun. The gun was gone to. Ah... engrams.