Forts

Walking through the woods of the neighborhood I grew up in. But nothing looks familiar. I’m with a TV actor – Danny from Boston Public. I keep pointing out old treehouses, we use them as support to hang from like monkey bars when the ground isn’t there. Because we’re walking along the edge of a drop-off, as if erosion has washed away an entire hillside. There are old ladders made of 2 by 4s, ropes and trap doors that open above us onto small platforms. The first one I think is my old treehouse, the next two are not mine. We travel hand over hand along various planks. At one point he hangs onto me as I use a narrow grip to cross a wide space. I notice that my strength doesn’t waver. We come to a long ladder and try to climb down.