{"id":528,"date":"2015-03-23T21:14:02","date_gmt":"2015-03-24T03:14:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magicwolf.com\/wanderings\/?p=528"},"modified":"2017-02-28T22:04:45","modified_gmt":"2017-03-01T05:04:45","slug":"do-you-remember-building-forts-as-a-kid","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.magicwolf.com\/wanderings\/do-you-remember-building-forts-as-a-kid\/","title":{"rendered":"Do You Remember Building Forts as a Kid?"},"content":{"rendered":"

Do you remember building forts as a kid?<\/span><\/strong><\/h4>\n

I loved forts. Usually they consisted of a blanket clothes-pinned to the chain-link fence in our backyard.\u00a0 Like a cat, I also enjoyed large boxes. Who cares about the new dryer, give me the box!<\/em><\/p>\n

Any kind of fort would do. It was the ability to make a cozy place outside of, or separate from…the typical house.<\/p>\n

In hindsight, I know now it was a symptom of wanderlust. And it was a symptom of tapping into the ancient humans’ ability to make a temporary, tidy, sheltered place for themselves from whatever may be handy.<\/p>\n

Feeling a little down this weekend, I hustled out to my ‘fort’, cleverly disguised as a tiny Scamp camper, just to sit. I felt better in there! It’s grounding or something. Every time, I forget how much I like that thing until I get back in it. It’s not huge, in fact it’s quite small as far as campers go – but it’s pretty fort-like, maybe that’s why I like it so much. It’s still and quiet.<\/p>\n

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This is the table in bed-form. Pretty cozy and fort-like, I think.<\/p><\/div>\n

In my case, my wanderlust is terminal.\u00a0 As I got older I’m afraid it didn’t get any better. I had a car, a 70’s model large car that I joked could sleep six comfortably. I strung curtains in the back (for privacy) and had a battery-powered small television. A pattern was developing. Now I had a rolling fort. A little off-topic side note:<\/em> that fort had a 351 v8 (Ford) motor in her and to this day, I still have a soft spot for 350\/351 v8s. I did kid (read: teen) things to that car and people laughed at me for it but I don’t care, I had fun<\/span> with it.<\/em><\/p>\n

I used to tell my parents I was “going to get a burger”…and come back 4 hours later. “Ugh! Where were<\/em> you”? they’d ask. They knew never to send me out if they wanted to eat, too. Just…wandering, a hopeless traveler.<\/p>\n

\"Front<\/a>

Front bunk, by the door. I recycled my youngest’s “Marty Moose” crib quilt for that bunk because it was so dang cute.<\/p><\/div>\n

It’s very difficult for a person with terminal wanderlust to stay in one place, especially terminal migratory<\/em> wanderlust. (The irrepressible urge to madly flee when the temperature drops.) Restlessness and boredom set in quickly. I would eventually grow up (chronologically anyhow)<\/em> in fact to be in professional transportation.<\/p>\n

But…I still really like forts! Fort-unately (hahaha sorry) I have two<\/span> forts now. The Scamp and the van. Neither is brand-new; both have marks of use over the years, but I like them that way. They’re both just barely broken in. And I even made a nap-fort out of Hhrbie; drop the seats and add a cot mattress and *presto*.<\/p>\n

People call them cars, camper and vans but secretly, they’re forts<\/span><\/em>!<\/p>\n

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If you’re quiet and calm, you might get a floofy buddy to come and check out your fort.<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Blankets clothes-pinned to the fence, appliance boxes…!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false},"categories":[32,57],"tags":[50,17,34,15],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.magicwolf.com\/wanderings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/528"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.magicwolf.com\/wanderings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.magicwolf.com\/wanderings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.magicwolf.com\/wanderings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.magicwolf.com\/wanderings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=528"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.magicwolf.com\/wanderings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/528\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.magicwolf.com\/wanderings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=528"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.magicwolf.com\/wanderings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=528"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.magicwolf.com\/wanderings\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=528"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}