mk700c said:
We used to build them in the woods, with sticks.
That's how we found out that I wasn't allergic to poisen ivy.
,but everyone else was.
Owned. And you became the kid nobody could mess with. I assume you abused your freakish genetic mutant power?
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Koenigsegg
I'm lost
July 2004
JAN 20, 2005 05:49 PM
part of my eagle scout test (yes, i was a boy scout) was to go out in the wilderness and use nothing but sticks, pine needles and mud to make youself a makeshift shelter in under 30 minutes. mine RULED.
We used to throw blankets over the dining room table and stake them out with the chairs. It might have been cheating a bit, but it worked!
We used to play boats, which involved taking chairs in our basement, surrounding them with different pieces of furniture and blankets to make them look like cockpits, and using electronic equipment to replicate controls. Then we'd yell back and forth about the rough seas and enemy ships.
When my parents left the house, my brothers and I would make a slide on the stairs. We would fold our pillows in half and jam them into the risers to make it less bumpy. Then we'd cover the pillows with nylon sleeping bags to give it a bit of zip. Grab a couple cushions from the back of the couch and go to town! Even though we could break it down in under a minute, we always got caught.
I used Mom and Dad's card table and a set of tray tables. My brother and I used multiple sheets and blankets with clothespins to create hidden rooms and tunnels. There were times that 80% of the living room was taken up by our hideout. It was the shit.
Oh man, I'm gonna go downstairs right now and build me a blanket/table fort!!!
Did you ever salvage cardboard boxes and make little rooms and tunnels out of them? I remember connecting a really long box and a massive square box in my bedroom. There were ports cut out to travel between the two sections, an escape hatch on the top, and a door to exit each box. It was the coolest box structure I ever built.
I guess I was playing really hard one day. I fell asleep in the big box, and woke up in pitch black. I thought I was in bed, and I tried to feel around for the light. I hit the wall of the box, and started to freak out. It took me a really long time to figure out where I was and bust out of the escape hatch. No wonder I'm claustrophobic now.
we had these huge bags that we put our summer blankets in during winter and vice versa, we'd just pull up a couple of those bags, two side by side made a decent wall.
that way we made two forts on opposite sides of my parents bedroom (largest room in the house) and we'd have fights with those nerve rifles that shot foam balls.
the best part was when you ran out of ammo and you had to run out in the open to gather more projectiles
My mom used to try and get me and my brother to play fort in an old refridgerator in the lot behind our trailer. She gave us a bunch of dry cleaning bags for decoration.
used to make maze-like forts in our basement using tents, cardboard boxes, pillow cushions, blankets, anything that could work. we had "trap doors" and places to hide stuff from our parents within them.
man that was fun...
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RACER_X
Philadelphia, PA
February 2003
JAN 21, 2005 03:45 PM
We used to steal wood from construction sites and make forts in the woods...of course we had rivals who hated our forts and would have wars with us and try to wreck our shit...so of course we built pit traps in the trails and had lots of rocks to throw at the marauding hordes.... a section of bicycle inner tube stretched between two trees can become a really vicious slingshot, especially if you shoot old D cell batteries at your foes. One kid that used to try and terrorize us had a mini bike, but a bit of fishing line tied across a trail can solve that shit real quick.(and also get you in one HELL of a lot of trouble)
It even got better when we all graduated to pellet guns.
screw forts, I lived in a house with wilderness behind it and had a clubhouse in the woods we'ed sleep in, oh and i use to have a plywood in a tree, i could climb up to it, but had to yell to the scary neighbor till someone got me down.
I buily blanket forts too, but it was much better in our club house....
PaulNikon
Melbourne, FL
February 2003
JAN 20, 2005 05:05 PM