A Lost Art

I used to use blanket forts as a "secret sanctum". My inner safehouse. It was something that I built myself, using my own cleverness, creativity, and resources. I felt like I could do anything in them. Read, watch a movie, listen to music, take a nap. Books seemed more enchanting, music more moving, and naps more restful when I was in the fort.
  When I was fifteen, I started building forts again. I was babysitting a family down the road, and realized that those kids didn't know what a fort was. So I taught them how to use their chairs, bookshelves, dressers, beds, whatever they could to build the forts. It became a tradition for me to build a fort with them over at their house, and at any other houses I babysat for.
  That's what makes me happiest. Not the fact that I started building the forts again. Yes, that's all fine and dandy. Fantastic, even. A great skill that I can keep in my bag of tricks. But it's the teaching kids that makes me happy. Teaching them how to make something that makes them happy.
MasterOfStudies MasterOfStudies
18-21, F
Jan 10, 2012