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It was Lindsay’s turn to be in charge of our family night activity so when she brought out the stack of blankets and sheets we didn’t question her motives. We simply asked for instructions. Minutes later we were actively engaged in creating a fort and suddenly all those Lincoln Logs buildings from our childhood didn’t seem such a waste of time!
This was a serious endeavor. Peter got ropes. I found the largest blanket in the pile. Julie stuffed the entire end of the blanket into the top drawer of the nearby dresser while reminiscing about her long-ago fort-building days with her two boys, now both high school graduates and Lindsay supervised. Oh, and she attached a clamp to the back of a kitchen chair that was brought in for structural support and integrity.
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Satisfied that our structure would withstand the rigors of whatever Lindsay had planned for us next, we anticipated phase two of her activity: telling ghost stories. From deep within the heart of our fort, with all the exterior lights extinguished and only a flashlight to illuminate our space, we randomly selected the pre-printed stories Lindsay had arbitrarily found online.
Bobbing heads, fishing devils and four stories later, the fort housed it all. Family night was once again a rousing success and our fort-building acumen will now be widely sought; I’m sure of it.
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