When my son was about 13, we bought him a basketball hoop. Until that point, he had very few friends that visited him at home. Change was imminent as soon as the net went up. every day after school, there were a half a dozen sweaty adolescent boys in my driveway, trying to fit the ball in the basket.
A barn is like that...I had visions of a country store or an artist studio . Instead, I have the equivalent of another 12 room house filled with other peoples stuff...I'm so depressed