Does it make me childish or childlike, that any time I see a tree with big, weird branches or drooping branches and leaves that surround the whole trunk, I think, "Ooooh, that'd be great for a fort!

I know what I think . . .

There're a couple of trees near the new work place that I pass pretty much every day that I so want to bring fort-stuff to: treasure chest, treasure maps, a spy glass, gavel (to bring members of the fort to order, natch), and log chairs, which are terribly comfy (to a six year old), etc.

Ahhhh, kidhood.