FRIDGE Box!!!!

I was working the other day (I do work...on occasion), and as I was walking down the hall after a visit to a copier machine on the other side of the building, I looked into a room and saw a box. It was a long box. It looked like a coffin. It could've been a coffin. Anyway, as I glanced at this box I was, for a brief second, transported back to my childhood. I grew up in a southwestern burb of Chicago. When my parents moved my sisters and I to this burb, we settled in a neighborhood that was just being built. My parents were the second to sign, and we were the 6th to move in. Needless to say, our house was surrounded by the wasteland that I like to call "new construction." Dirt mounds everywhere and all the construction materials one would want to steal. The explorations were fun. I was in foundations. I was shells of future homes. I was in puddles. I was on dirt hills. I was everywhere. I had a huge collection of sticks, bricks, rocks, rope, PVC pipe all located conveniently in my father's garage. All of it was some sort of ninja, Star Wars, Flash Gordon, Buck Rodgers, and Indiana Jones weapon. Yup, at the ripe old age of eight I had an arsenal of WMDs. I am surprised the Feds didn't invade. Anyway...where was I? Oh, yeah, the new neighborhood. Well, with new houses come other glorious treasures that Mother Nature would, every so often, blow into the yard. New houses get new appliances. New appliances, like fridges come in big boxes. And, every so often a big fridge box would find its way and became trapped between our house and the neighbors'. And, until Mother Nature cruelly swept it away, that box became my fortress of solitude. Oh the fun I would have with a huge box!!! It was a cave! It was fort! It was a house! It was... It was fantastic. Winter was the perfect time to find the box. And with snow on the ground, that box became... Actually, now that I think about it. That box became a death sentence. Seriously, during a snowball fight, one, like myself because I didn't think about it then, became a trapped rat. First, there is no way out of the box on three sides. The only side you come in, is the only escape route. AND, there is no snow in the box. How can you fight your way out of the trap without cold, frozen water to arm oneself? But, yeah, I would use it as a snow fort and lose the snowball fights. Heh... In that case, the fridge box sucked. But, in other ways it was cool. As a cave, I killed monsters. As a house, I ... payed bills? I didn't use is as a house much. As a space ship, I visited planets and killed monsters. As a time machine, I went back in time and killed monsters. As a plane, I flew and killed monsters..... Boy, I killed a lot of monsters. Anyway, I miss those times I had access to the fridge box. Who know that large, cardboard boxes could, in fact, become an entire universe of possibilities (or a death trap in a snowball fight). So, in that brief second I saw that coffin box, I longed for the days of the fridge boxes. It was a very cool moment, if only to go back to a time of innocence if only for a brief moment. To often, our society goes out of the way to use technology to destroy imagination. Do we really need an MP3 player in everything? Or really have a need to watch a move in a 2" by 2" screen? Do we need ride on toys you don't need to peddle? Fuck no! We need our minds and a simple fridge box. That... that is what it is all about. And, beer. It's about that too! (I had snobby beer night last night! FUCK YEAH!!!) We need that too, but when we are older. :) Fridge boxes! YOU RULE!!! Later!