Do you remember the joy and enthusiasm of building a fort when you were a kid? When my brother and I were younger, it was one of our favorite pastimes. We would head into the woods, find a worthy location, collect raw materials, and spend the entire day building our forest kingdom, adding details to the design and sneaking boxes of cereal and handfuls of loose sugar to fill our own makeshift kitchens. Our dad wasn’t too happy about that last part, but, in keeping with the more cavalier parenting style of the day, it was acceptable for us to make ourselves sparse until meal time. I’m thankful we had that kind of freedom. Today, as I watch my brother build campsites, I reflect on those fond memories and feel so grateful that our time together as adults can harken back to the lighthearted days of childhood.