Wednesday, February 19, 2014


    Were you one of those kids who made forts out of blankets and furniture when you were a kid? I was. Some of my best childhood days involved forts. 

     Tonight I didn't suspect when I asked, "Where are you?" that I would hear my daughter's muffled voice answer, "I'm in my hidey-hole."  Where is a hidey-hole? I believe it involves a fort of sorts that's located somewhere between childhood and adulthood.

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