I was supposed to do some reflection about self and sins, but my weird brain cells brought me down to childhood memory lane instead.
THE FORTS! I remember I would always make these forts when I was a kid. Stacking pillows, building a sort-of hide out from everyone. It’s where my siblings and I eat, play, nap and pretend it’s our little sweet escape. My mom would always yell at us because when we get tired of the fort, we would just leave it there. And she had to pick up after our mess. Hihihi. *sigh with a smile* precious memories, oh I got plenty!
How about you? What’s your precious childhood memories?
