yesterday. The boys have a fort, and they wanted Grandpa and I to see it. It is a magical place, where little boys imagine they are anywhere, and they can be anybody. It is where the children want to play for a very long time. It is the best place for them to play, unstructured, inhibited only by their own minds, and maybe sometimes, the weather. It is a crazy maze of trees and vines, thick enough for the boys to climb on them and swing on them.