Cardboard Fortresses
What is this lovely thing, and why is it gracing every room of my apartment?
Back when I was younger, I fell in love with a refridgerator box. It was wonderful. I believed it was a fortress… my own personal fortress to protect me from the evils of parents, room cleaning, school, and other things I just didn’t want to do. When mom couldn’t find me, she always knew I was in the box.
Now I have a five year old. I believe she has a stronger imagination than I did. Our boxes have become clubs, spaceships, houses, dog-homes, hats (big, big hats)… and no telling what else.
I think that boxes are a horrible brown color. Isn’t that just the worst color in the world? I would really enjoy having a pink box, and I believe I would pay extra for it. Possibly a lavender color.
Now I must go back to the boxes and get ready for the great journey known as “moving my ass.”
If you ever get time, find a box and get inside. You won’t regret it.
