tree forts, box forts, blanket forts.
Tree forts provide a get-a-way to a higher place, many times to avoid parents and younger siblings who can't climb trees.
The best part of new appliances are the boxes in which they come. Parents think new appliances make a room sparkle. Children are happy saving several hundreds of dollars and linking a few boxes together to create a get-a-way where they *appear* to *disappear*. As a young child, my best friends and I once made a box fort out of several large boxes. The fort had two rooms: main room, and the bathroom. We connected the boxes in her backyard (via a box) and used a blanket as a door. We would spend hours just sitting in the box. As an adult, I look back on this and ask myself "what on Earth was so entertaining about sitting in a box?"
and finally. blanket forts. So many wonderful times come from blanket forts. Children gather every blanket, towel, table cloth, etc. from around the house and drape it over beds, and chairs, and lamps, and anything else strong and tall enough to hold the roof. Blanket forts create an endless opportunity for fun and imagination. mazes, rooms, castles, dungeons...the possibilities are endless.
I sit here, this evening before Thanksgiving, thinking back on the fun things I did as a child. Before rent and power bills haunted my mailbox, before I was regularly addressed by my last name....before life as an adult started. I often think back on these memories as an attempt to escape reality. Although a brief escape, it reminds me that there are more important things in life to stress over: who gets the last piece of cake, who gets shotgun, and most importantly, why the blue crayon is always broken.
Never forget to stop and smell the roses, go out of your way to stomp on a crunchy leaf, and never worry about staying inside the lines.
Tree forts provide a get-a-way to a higher place, many times to avoid parents and younger siblings who can't climb trees.
The best part of new appliances are the boxes in which they come. Parents think new appliances make a room sparkle. Children are happy saving several hundreds of dollars and linking a few boxes together to create a get-a-way where they *appear* to *disappear*. As a young child, my best friends and I once made a box fort out of several large boxes. The fort had two rooms: main room, and the bathroom. We connected the boxes in her backyard (via a box) and used a blanket as a door. We would spend hours just sitting in the box. As an adult, I look back on this and ask myself "what on Earth was so entertaining about sitting in a box?"
and finally. blanket forts. So many wonderful times come from blanket forts. Children gather every blanket, towel, table cloth, etc. from around the house and drape it over beds, and chairs, and lamps, and anything else strong and tall enough to hold the roof. Blanket forts create an endless opportunity for fun and imagination. mazes, rooms, castles, dungeons...the possibilities are endless.
I sit here, this evening before Thanksgiving, thinking back on the fun things I did as a child. Before rent and power bills haunted my mailbox, before I was regularly addressed by my last name....before life as an adult started. I often think back on these memories as an attempt to escape reality. Although a brief escape, it reminds me that there are more important things in life to stress over: who gets the last piece of cake, who gets shotgun, and most importantly, why the blue crayon is always broken.
Never forget to stop and smell the roses, go out of your way to stomp on a crunchy leaf, and never worry about staying inside the lines.
