There was a time when a pile of couch cushions, a quilt from Grandma's bed, and a few dining room chairs could become a whole world. We built forts indoors and out, made our own rules, and learned...
We Used to Build Forts and Call Them Kingdoms |
There was a time when a pile of couch cushions, a quilt from Grandma’s bed, and a few dining room chairs could become a whole world. We built Forts indoors and out, made our own rules, and learned a little freedom along the way. |
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Used to be, a child did not need much to make a kingdom. A few couch cushions pulled off the sofa. A quilt borrowed from Grandma's bed. A line of dining room chairs turned on their sides. Maybe a broomstick or two laid across the top if you were feeling ambitious. That was enough. By the time you draped the covers over it all and crawled inside, you had not just built a fort. You had made a world. |
I can still remember the smell of those old quilts, faintly of soap and cedar, and the way the whole fort glowed dim and golden from a flashlight laid on its side. It was never bright in there. That was part of the magic. The little beam would catch the dust in the air and throw long shadows on the blanket roof, and somehow that made the place feel older, farther away, more important than the living room it sat in. Outside the fort, there was furniture and chores and grown-up talk. Inside, there was only us. |
There were rules, of course. Every proper fort had rules. The main one was simple and absolute: no parents allowed in. They could bring sandwiches if they wanted. They could ask, from a respectful distance, whether anybody had seen the good pillow from the den. But they could not come in. That was our territory. You crossed that blanket flap at your own risk. |
Inside those forts we whispered secrets that probably were not secrets at all. We spread out comic books and traded them like they were gold. We told ghost stories in the middle of the afternoon. We listened to the muffled sounds of the house as if we were explorers in some hidden camp deep in enemy country. If somebody brought in a cookie and a flashlight, that was luxury. If somebody had a stack of comics and one of those little battery lanterns, you were practically royalty. |
The living room kingdoms |
What made those indoor forts special was not just the fun of hiding out. |
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