My Fort
I actually used to have a fort. It wasn't in a tree, but was under some trees. It was my Christmas present one year a long time ago. I got a hammer for Christmas and got to help my dad build it. It has a climbing rope as well as a ladder. It is lying on the ground now. The legs rotted out and gravity took over. Don't worry, I wasn't in it.
In November of 1989 there was a brush fire in the wash behind our house. My fort is right inside our fenceline at the bottom of our yard. The fire was burning in our neighbor's yard (upwind of our house--there was a Santana wind that day) because he had it full of tumbleweeds. The fire should have caught our house on fire. Instead, the fire went back down the hill, around my fort, and back up into our yard on the other side. God loves me and didn't want my fort (or our house!) to burn!!! There is no way the fire wouldn't have burned everything the way the wind was blowing had God not had a hand on it!
If you click on the fort I'll let you come in this one time and look around, but only this one time. This is a private fort, you know!
Back to my bedroom.