I was reading another blog yesterday – I will get the proper address to give it due respect, but it the meantime I wanted to share the lovely memories it brought forward.  I am the youngest of 5 children -there is 8 years difference between me and my next sibling.  Not unusual.  My parents were born in 1919 and 1920.  But the cool part? My brother worked at a hardware store.  What did he bring home? – or I credit it to him – I was 4 or 6 – he brought home freezer boxes, fridge boxes, stove boxes -and he or my dad set them up in our basement and made houses out of them for me and my friends to play in. How awesome is that?  I was fortunate to have a basement to play in – I know this.  We cut windows – (or maybe my dad did) and doors, and used crayons to decorate.  I also had some dolls.  I remember this time in my life with great joy. Spring, summer, winter, fall.  There were no worries.  Just enjoying life in the moment.  So, naturally, I am thinking, okay, within the boundaries of adult life this is still possible right? Live life in the moment.  Play is so important, even as adults I think.  Balance. We do it so naturally when we are kids.  Somewhere along the line I lost it.  So, as part of this mature woman over 50 I am re-evaluating and re grounding myself, so why not start off with the wonderful memories of when I was a child?  Our basement was my play world.  I had old school desks down there as well.  Not sure where they came from.  As an adult, I did home day care when my two children were little.  Where did I set it up? Right – in our basement.  and what did I have down there?  Well, in today’s world you can’t just go get a freezer box – but Sears sold a cardboard playhouse complete with windows and doors.  Yep, I bought it, and the kids had a blast.  An indoor tree house in the winter.  For those days when it is too cold to go outside and play. The blog I read that inspired my thought for the day:   http://anupturnedsoul.wordpress.com/2013/03/31/once-upon-a-time-in-a-land-far-away/