WHERE DO YOU HIDE WHEN THEY ARE OUT TO GET YOU. Today’s Postaday Challenge Topic #299 asks: Did you have a secret hiding place as a child? Do you have one now?
As a child, I hid under the covers from things that go bump in the night.
When I was nine I climbed a tree and hid from my brothers and read books.
Eleven on up in the high loft at the riding stables, again with a book.
Seventeen, on lover’s lane in my boyfriend’s car with him.
As a mother, in the adult lanes of the local swimming pool, when that was closed in the bathroom.
Now as an aging wife wanting some me time privacy I “hide’ in the middle of the night usually at my computer.
A little laugh from one of my former bosses: “Head for the roundhouse, Nellie; they can’t corner you there.”
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