The earliest fort I can remember building was one out of boxes and sheets to hide from the baby sitter. I was probably seven or eight years old. My Dad always gave us pointers on how to build it right too. Trap-sheets and the works had Cindy (insert fantasy baby sitter action here...) getting caught up in our ambushes. Not because she was mean or anything, but because it was really fun building forts and she wore us out to the point where lights were out by the time Mom and Dad got home from bowling. Did I mention she was hot?
As we got older, we progressed to canyon missions with "Rambo Knives", BB Guns, C-Rations (with the yummy stale Lucky Strikes) and an e-tool. Boy, those were some good times. Cactus in the boots and/or elbows, finding porno mags all around our bottles and cans we were zappin with the BB guns, shootin' birds off the cables, comin' home smelling like cigatettes, and ready for dinner and bed.
Sorry for the added grey hairs Mom! :-) I love you!
I sure wish I could re-live those days. They were the best! Thanks to the dipshits that keep ruining this shitty state, those old forts are now AC and concrete, fast-food ghettos, crack houses and haven's for the leetches that "do the work Americans don't wanna do..."
Kalifornia phuckin' sucks!
I remember hiding from the Border Patrol M*A*S*H* chopper when they thought we were wetbacks ‘cause we were decked out in our over-sized camo's and face-paint. It was really fun running and hiding from the Border Patrol back then, but in hindsight we were just wasting their time. Sorry guys. If you only knew now...
Forts rule!
Yeah, I know I go off on tangents sometimes, and this is one of them. This one brought back a too many memories to STFU.
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Same here. Best time of my childhood. Out in the woods climbing trees and digging pungee stake traps for anyone who stumbled upon our fort.
Ah, forts!!! My brothers and I used to build them. There was a thick stand of trees (our "forest") near the irrigation canal that ran along the back edge of our place. We made a hut out of fallen branches. And then kept adding to it. It wasn't very rainproof, though. But we hauled some stuff from the house to make it "liveable". Cloth items like blankets get kinda moldy after a while. I wonder whatever happened to it? Somebody was probably cursing about the mess they had to clean up!
But the best was this one place where we lived. There were two trees standing side by side, and BOTH of them had tree houses. Of course, they became enemy forts. We found a stash of rotten vegetables and eggs in the barn and that became ammo. Thanks for the memories, CD! :)
Then there was the rock fight we had with the kids who lived across the road. There were six of them and six of us, and we were roughly matched age-wise and size-wise so it worked out well. Their chicken shed and another small outbuilding served as forts for that event. Nobody was seriously injured, though we threw some pretty big rocks (about baseball size). Ok, one of the opposing team took a beaning and went to the house bawling. Everyone derided him for being a crybaby, and then the war resumed. Game was eventually called on account of dinner. It's a wonder most kids survive childhood!
How cute...lol
Making forts with chairs and blankets was a big part of my childhood. Impressive how nothing becomes something with kids around.
I've done that with my nephews on a whim and they created an epic story out of it. I was impressed. And so proud.
PeggyU-
No, thank YOU for the crazy memories of the dirt-clod wars from fort to fort. I forgot how fun those "wars" actually were!
My brother and I dirt-clod-grenaded our neighbors into submission. We had a grenade factory in the works most of the time when I was stealin' my folks' smokes and packin a patty of mud and water. Damn, those were some seriously fun times! It's amazing that no one ever had to go to the hospital with eye injuries from the added shrapenel. Us guys had some gravel imbedded for the ultimate effect...
The best part was runnin' from the Bumble Bees after chuckin' a few 'grenades' into their hives too! The water balloons probably didn't put the Bumble's at ease either. Those were some fun times.
Those were some seriously good days, PeggyU. You just brought back a million memories...
Love your avatar, Red Collar!
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