Late last night, while at my dads beautiful apartment in Houston, I decided to build a fort to sleep in. Seeing as how I was afraid of the cat peeing on me again in my sleep (which had happened two nights previous), I was no longer sleeping on what was dubbed the “crash pad” but sleeping on the couch. And as I arranged my pillow and threw the blanket over the couch creating a makeshift teepee, the subject of growing up crossed my mind.While not the most beautiful fort I had ever built in my childhood, it sufficed enough to remind me of being a little child. There are moments when being an adult gets old; sometimes, you just need to be a kid again.
Have you ever had those moments? When is the last time you built a blanket fort?