I lived in a shed one summer.
It was a big shed. We had indoor plumbing. We cooked outdoors in a screened porch.
But it was a shed. It’s small. Two of us lived there. By the end of the summer I never wanted to see him again. And I was related to him.
No thanks.
I get the impression that people were better about getting along back in the past. Maybe because they spent more time outdoors. Maybe because they had coping skills we no longer do. Making up stories, poetry, singing together, etc. That stuff really mattered.