October 12, 2010
I don’t recall anything being as awesome in the history of the world as building a fort. Fort is even fun to say. As soon as it was raining too hard to pursue outdoor activities or some other event came along that prevented going outside… my sister and I had only one solution: Build a fort.
I don’t think the fort served any purpose other than being a fort. To be in fort was to be in paradise. You didn’t have to do anything. You were in one, and that was good enough. You never questioned why something was fun, it just was. Those were good times. Turn over a few chairs, cover any openings with sheets and pillows, crawl through it a bunch of times, accuse each other of breaking it, build it again, then put everything back. The possibilities were endless. May the fort be with you. Don’t let it die.