FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH

I'm taking a guess here, But i would like to think that most of us had some sort of "cubby House" as we were growing up.
A temporary pillow fort or maybe something more permanent like a treehouse. A place where some sort of childhood magic occurred.
Crazy adventures during the day or ghostly stories and secret missions at night. (mainly bombing the other neighborhood kids cubbies.)
What great times they used to be for me and the group of friends i had back then. Excellent times to be had in all sorts of places that seemed so normal and banal.
Stories of stories create different stories, muddying the waters in the retelling of them, making more "you had to be there moments".
Why am i living in the past?
WELL,
During my self imposed or otherwise sabbatical, these past couple of months or so, reading the blogs bought all those childhood memories flooding back to me.
The crazy adventures, the scary stories, the rehashing of old gags,the warmth of friendships.
They say life can and does complete a full circle.
The blogs i think, have become the replacement "cubby house". Its a place where a group of friends go to hang out and have a good time. Sometimes being bombed by the next neighborhood "adults".
Still it's all in good fun, or at least it was way back then, and i hope it is today.
It would be remiss of me not to mention Cat, I, like many others here in the CS BLOG "cubby house" wish him a speedy and full recovery.
Friends from a bygone era are being replaced by friends in this a new era, I cherished my friendships growing up, as i cherish my new found friends.
Friendship is not something you learn in school, But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything.
I'm stoked that i can still wander through the neighborhood and find a "cubby house" where many come to share their stories both past and present.
In closing
IMMMM BAACCKKK......

There is always a little Truth behind every "Just kidding"
A little Knowledge behind every "I don't know”
A little Emotion behind every "I don't care”
And a little Pain behind every "it’s okay".