The Fortress

The Fortress stood tall at the end of the garden, the forts turrets stood and rose as high as I could see. A bouncy platform placed before the generous entrance allowing those to bounce through the front gate. The fortress in my eyes was unfinished, but its flaws allowed us to swing around, from one place to another in this mighty fortress. Large structures ran above the courtyard, which held up tarpaulin protecting the interior of the fort from the down pouring of rain that was frequent in England. 

Looking back on it, it was a larger ordinary climbing frame, with a trampoline placed to the side of it but we had always saw it differently than to what it truly was. Over time, the tarpaulin didn't work as well as it did, water tools it toll on both the trampoline and climbing frame causing it to rust and rot away. By this time we had out grown those antics and just saw it for what it was and stopped seeing it as something that was so fun and great to us. It was a haven to a child, I truly did love it and the opportunities it gave us when playing as children.

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Story from Kyle Mullings, re-written by myself