Today's dark, dreary weather got me thinking of comfort rituals as a child. I could build one bad-ass couch cushion fort out of a lot of cushions, pillows and freshly-folded blankets and bedspreads (to my mother's chagrin). I could hide in there for hours, with nothing more than my dog, my books, a little china tea set and perhaps a fruit roll up or two. Did you ever make a couch cushion fort? Have a tree house? Have another secret place to get away from it all? Why don't you share a little?