‘Safe’ Is in the Brain of the Beholder
As a child, I was a serial fort-builder. Whether it was under a desk, a piano, a basement workbench, or constructed of blankets and random furniture, I found comfort and coziness in a variety of forts I built in rooms throughout the house. Lit by flashlight or battery-powered lantern, my forts were where I (and the occasional friend or pet) spent hours engrossed in books, games, and conversation. My mother gamely joined me when invited, though I’m sure she didn’t love getting on her hands and knees and crawling beneath the canopy of old blankets I had repurposed.