[jsherman999]

Anyone have or make forts as a kid?

It was one of the main ways I spent my time in the summer. I grew up in a relatively rural area, but I live in the city now. I lament the fact that my kids may not have the same 'fort' experiences as me...

Take two identical objects, one built to be a toolshed and the other built as a fort. They look exactly the same. But once you know that one is a fort, it transforms. You approach it with diffidence, with the respect of someone entering a sacred space. That is why children hide their forts and surround them with all manner of booby traps. Special spaces require special measures. For the uninitiated to enter the fort is for the fort to be sullied, to have become polluted. When you are a child the last thing you want is for a parent (for instance) to enter the fort, bringing with them, inevitably, the stigma of the mundane. A parent can be allowed into the fort only under special circumstances and with a firm understanding that they will play by a different set of rules: fort rules. It is like trying to take communion when you’re unbaptized. You can put the wafer in your mouth a thousand times, but the mystery of transubstantiation will elude you.

From this non-fortish link.



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[Livewireshock]

Be it a fort, a tree house, cubby house, wendy house or what ever you may call it, children will find an avenue for expressing themselves.

They may not have the same exact experience as yourself but they will in time look back on this time with the same loving memories as you have done. Just allow them to have fun, be creative and to having loving support.

[Clicker]

My imagination was my best toy growing up, i've defended many a nations under my big blanket

[flyer]

I used to build tree houses. Nowaday, talk about a tree house to a kid, and he is more than likely going to look at like you fell from the tree house.