We all need a space of our own. Built of our own hands which we will defend from all manner of assaults either real or imagined.
We all need a space where we can hide and contemplate our future dealings with the tensions this world creates.
This space, this fortress can hover high above it all, but that’s not totally necessary. It can easily be a burrow warm and deep beneath the chaos of the surface.
If I had to choose, I would certainly opt for a tree fort. Something hovering up above it all; flying without having to take flight. Maybe a tree fort is attractive because instinctually we want to be high above all the petty nonsense. We want always to be safe from four-legged predators, or more likely two-legged ones, that seek to do us harm.
From up above you can see them coming. You can prepare.
You can stockpile water balloons and comic books, snacks and treasures.
You can have a password (essential) and a gruesome flag to scare off intruders (required) and of course an awesome name (necessary).
You can have uniforms, t-shirts, or stupid hats. It doesn’t matter so long as you know you’re all part of the same group, you’re all in this thing together.
And when your pals get to be too much, you can always pull up the rope ladder and spend time quietly eating your stash of snacks, reading your cache of comic books, and counting your hoarded treasures.
Or, you can taunt them just for fun.
Part of the Blogging A to Z Challenge