Back when I was ten
Back when I was ten,
My granddad built me a fort
It was way up the hill behind his house.
We used tongue and groove spruce for the floor
And particle board for the walls and door.
I had intentions of sleeping there.
The mosquitoes convinced me to rethink those intentions.
I loved building the fort. I loved walking up the hill to the fort.
Most of all?
I loved sitting on the roof
Sucking up the dappled sunlight that could get through the leafy canopy.
That fort is long gone.
The path past it though?
Still well used.
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