The boys spent most of the day in their Army gear
making a sweet camouflaged fort.
I couldn't have picked a better activity for them to do because:
1. They played outside
2. They played together--(nicely too).
It made me think about when I was about their age,
and I spent most of my childhood in a playhouse we had out back.
This brown playhouse could be a floral shop one day, and then my
imagination could transform into a little school.
(I was the principal and teacher--or I pretended to be Anne of Green Gables).
It could be my apartment in the city, or
I could be a pioneer, and the playhouse sat on a farm.
I would pretend to milk cows and feed chickens.
One Summer, my cousin Katie and I painted the outside and the inside with
paint my sister Page gave us from her newly constructed home.
(bright blue, deep red, and soft yellow!).
I sewed curtains for the tiny window and used Glade air freshener to
kill the ants that invaded the corners.
The playhouse is gone now, but I will always have vivid memories of it.
|(1988... see the playhouse in the back?)
I want my children to have a vivid childhood like I had.
I hope I am giving that to them as my Mom did for me.
She even let me use a long extension cord that I found
in the shed, plugged it into an outlet in the laundry room which
led out a window, through a crack in the screen,
out the door, past the carport, and into the playhouse
so I could have a lamp.
Or maybe she didn't even know I did that?
I swear, in the 80's, nothing bad ever happened.