“To invent, you need a good imagination and a pile of junk.” -Thomas Edison
Remember FORTS? Remember taking apart the couch and draping blankets on top, securing them in place with the weight of whatever’s around (couch cushions, monopoly box, toy bin, errant shoes). Being able to create a whole world within a world? And really, REALLY, be able to go there? To that magic place of suspended belief, total commitment, anything’s possible because reality isn’t pinned down by so many rules?
Reason #162 I love getting to be their mom:
I get to remember this.