I was reading a blog the other day (I'm sorry I can't remember whose it was) in which the blogger was talking about secret places. Small, secure places we made or found for ourselves when we were children. She, as most of us, draped a blanket from chair to chair and hid underneath feeling completely safe from the entire world.
Secret places were where we could be alone; to dream, think, read, play, talk to our dolls, maybe even draw or journal.
My favorite place was in the space above the closet. This area was very large and had it's own door. There were blankets and some other forgotten things up there. To get to my space I had to climb up the back end of the bunk beds I shared with my sister. Then I'd somehow get onto the main closet door and swing it nearly shut so I could work my way up into the cupboard. (No, I never fell doing this.)
Did you have a secret place as a child? Do you have one now?
The house where I had my secret places. No photos of the closet that challenged my climbing abilities.Yep, that's me and our dog, Smokey.