My Childhood Hideout
I had a secret hiding place (near my childhood home). No one knew of its existence, so it became my refuge. I often went there to escape my older brothers and sisters. I would sit alone for hours and daydream. I was quite comfortable in my hideout. There was an old rug on the floor. A pillow and blanket that I had permanently "borrowed" from my oldest brother were along one wall. A metal box with a strong lid was in the corner. The box contained snacks, a flashlight, and a few of my favorite mystery novels. I could spend a day in my hideout.