Adam’s Tree Fort

We were playing in the woods, where Adam claimed to have a tree fort. I wanted to see it, but he refused to show me.

So, once Adam left, I searched until I found his well-camouflaged platform. I finally found my way up and sat down.

When Adam returned, he cried, “Get out of my fort! There’s ain’t enough room for both of us!”

“Sure there is,” I smirked, sliding back, leaning against the OD green wool blanket that belonged to Dad, and which served as a wall.

Out I fell, slamming hard to the ground. It took a minute or so, but egged on by Adam’s unceasing and mocking laughter I got up, limped away and never returned to his tiny fort.