These
are the continuing adventures of a Swedish immigrant during her first
year as an American. She boldly went where she'd never gone
before...please come along on Adventures
in America.
When we still lived in Sweden, we
were really blessed to have a huge section of woods right at the end
of our little three-house street. There was the big street, which
had the name, Stråkvägen,
then there were about 16 of these off-shoot streets which had the
numbers. We were 8A. The C houses bordered the woods. The kids in
the neighborhood played in the woods all the time.
One
of our favorite activities was building forts. We did it right, and
the contestants on Survivor could have taken shelter building lessons
from us, let me tell you.
We
built this really awesome hide-out one time, with the help of some
older kids, who actually let us help build AND hang out. We ran into
a big problem though. The older kids told us rumors about a rival
group of older kids who wanted to find our special place and destroy
it. We younger kids were all very scared of this happening. Playing with the older kids (almost high school, as I remember) was a big boon. Well, we did have to bring snacks...
Let
me tell you, this place was the real deal. As I recall (and we've
discussed my recall enough) about 8 or 9 of us fit in there all at one time, and it
was nicely camouflaged from the outside. Long afternoons were spent debating whether
to just tear it down ourselves before “the others” did it, or to take it apart carefully and move it to a more secure location.
I
sure wish I remembered what we decided, but regardless of what it
was, we never had that special place again. In retrospect, I think
the older kids just tore it down, built another one (easy for them)
somewhere else so that they didn't have to put up with us pesky
younger ones anymore.
It
did spark some creativity in the younger set. Here are some of our
attempts...
(This is me, Swissie, and my best friend Ann-Charlotte, who was a magical two years older and taught me so much, including how to read (not exaggerating). She lived in 6A, as in behind our backyard)
(This is her younger brother, Joakim, who was in my class throughout school, well the three years I spent there, and we were very good friends, too.)
If you haven't noticed by now, the woods, the multitude of kids, and the special friends were what I missed the most about moving. I got used to the culture, but I only saw Ann-Charlotte one more time, when I was much, much older.
16 comments:
It sounds like your forest fort was amazing. :-)
I love to hear the things that people remember from or carry with them from childhood.
Instead of a fort, I had tubing.
Lyre @ Lyre's Musings
Have you ever tried to get in touch with Ann-Charlotte again??
ha. def brought back memories...i grew up with woods all around...and we had some awesome forts...and battles....
hiya.
smiles.
My cousins & I made a couple of awesome forts on my parents' property at the woods' edge. Unfortunately my dad dismantled them and burned the branches and stuff the following spring. We were heartbroken. So we rebuilt it, then drew up a 'deed', and 'forced' him to sign it giving us ownership of that part of the yard. LOL We were like 11.
I always wanted a tree house, but I didn't have access to the trees or other "builders" that you did. What a delightful childhood!
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Forts are so much fun. I remember having a fort outside between two huge pine trees. We nailed long boards into each tree, to make a wall of sorts. Then we laid another big board on top to make a ceiling. The back of the fort was open, with a fence we could climb through to get in and out. I used to play dolls in there all the time.
Thanks for the trip down memory lane. Your fort looks awesome and your pics are so cute. Ah yes, friends - a vital part of growing up and being human!
No forts in my childhood, although we did have a secret meeting spot in a corn field. The farmer must have hated we kids because we flattened so much of his crop.
JO ON FOOD, MY TRAVELS AND A SCENT OF CHOCOLATE
We built forts down at the farm, but it was just me and my cousins down there. Lots of playing in the woods but not very many kids.
You had a large neighborhood which meant a lot of playmates. Bet that was difficult to leave behind.
We only built inside forts with chairs, pillows, and blankets. Outside, we climbed trees and hid ourselves up there.
We built indoor forts. I never lived near the woods but I bet that was fun...and dirty! lol I would have missed that too.
Chontali Kirk
chontalikirk.blogspot.com
Wonderful memories of childhood adventure, survior skills, friends and foes. How neat that you have those pictures, too.
Sure brings back memories of Tree Houses and MudPies.
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Oh the threat of a rival group! We had that when our middle schools merged. We were told there would be lead pipes and chains...because what 13 year old can't easily procure those items!
Building forts is so fun! My sisters and I used to do that all the time. It was so fun. We didn't have a neighbourhood to play in, but having three sisters made up for that.
I used to build forts with my friends, but we didn't have wood to use. Instead, we used old baby blankets and clothespins, held up on trees and a chain length fence that separated my friends' yards.
Hi Tina .. we never built anything like that .. sounds such a glorious time - all coming together to build the hideout, then sharing it together even if as little ones you had to bring the snacks!
Great memories .. I love the thought of a tree house now, or a camoflauged hide-away ..
Cheers Hilary
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