I have fond memories of building forts with my three brothers.
Sheets and blankets stretched across tables and chairs. Secret hide-outs formed under desks and between beds. Treasures collected, we would spend hours in our own forts with flashlights, lunch and lots of whispering. Whispering because of course they were secret and if you couldn't see someone then you must certainly be invisible right?
Outdoor forts were created in the shapes of tree houses and secret spaces under big bushes. In muddy holes with wood roofs and behind brick fences.
We lived in a house half an hour out of town which made this kind of play necessary. For we had to entertain ourselves and find inspiration within our space.
I believe this is why I love nature and creativity so much. How a simple tree can become a castle. A space under a bed an underwater cave. This list goes on and on.
Perhaps the most gratifying part is to see your own children participating in that kind of play.
This summer there was a beach, not really a swimming beach, that we affectionately referred to as the "exploring beach". Driftwood lined the sand. Seaweed washed ashore. Marine life in its prime scuttled here and there. It provided hours of entertainment.
This was one of the many forts created while we were there. All three of the older children working together hauling armloads of driftwood they had collected. The big daddy and I talking, listening, and watching.
This beach holds a special place in my heart as it reminds me of those many, many hours spent with my own brothers. And, the new memories of my own children finding their way.
Imagination is such as amazing thing. Given a chance it can create such beauty.
Don't you think?