How did it really all begin?
I frequently find myself telling the story of how the “Fort Rules” came into being.
In fact, the earliest drafts of the book didn’t have the explanation that’s now included in the first two sections of the book (About the Fort and About the Kids Who Built the Fort). The question I really wasn’t ready to answer was, “What gave them the idea in the first place?” Maybe they’re just a product of their environment. We have five children, ages 4 to 15. We’ve probably had rules for everything at one time or another. Some really seemed to stick and make an impression. Beginning when our oldest was old enough to be out of the shopping cart, we instituted the “rules for the store” which the children would repeat before each new shopping experience:
- 1. No running
- 2. No screaming
- 3. No touching
- 4. No asking for things
- 5. Stay with Mommy & Daddy!
If I had a dollar for every time I’ve said or heard the following “how to obey” mantra, I’d be a Rich Dad:
Q: How do you need to obey?
A: Right away, the first time, with a happy attitude.
But my favorite of all, is the list of “rules” the kids made for themselves just so they could all get along during their “secret fort meetings.” My wife sent me a copy of the kids’ rules when I was serving in Iraq. I got a kick out of them and passed them around the office and e-mailed them to my entire address book. The rules started popping up in cubicles and conference rooms. I eventually decided to publish a book (Fort Rules: A Guide to Getting Along, released June 09) applying the kid’s rules to grown-up relationships. The list begins with “Obey Leader at All Times” and ends with ” Behave at All Times.”
The kids who played in the fort (or at least the ones old enough to write) all signed the list in agreement to abide by them.
Even as I typed the words “real job” I had to laugh. I was the operations officer at the Navy Survival School in Maine. I spent a week in an office setting, mostly doing crisis management followed by about four days in the field at the Navy’s remote training site in northern Maine. And somehow that’s my definition of a “real job.”