tell me about the places you would hide when you were little

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maybe it was just under the bed, or the sofa cushion fort, or a shed out in the yard. Maybe you had a treehouse. What did you do there? What made you choose it? Did you ever take anyone there?

Do you still have a special little place to hide?

― teeny (teeny), Wednesday, 12 January 2005 20:34 (twenty years ago)

I just read the new yorker perched on top of the dryer in the laundry closet, it was marvelous, all warm and small and cozy.

― teeny (teeny), Wednesday, 12 January 2005 20:34 (twenty years ago)

I hide in the upper-level of my room; when I'm in a really bad mood I can just pull the ladder up! When I was a kid, I hid out in a fort I made in the woods with my friend Rob. It was made of STICKS. there were logs inside for sitting, and a flagstone floor (we found a bunch of them at a construction site on the other side of the block.)

― Ian John50n (orion), Wednesday, 12 January 2005 20:37 (twenty years ago)

i think my special place to hide is fast becoming my car.

― Hari A$hur$t (Toaster), Wednesday, 12 January 2005 20:38 (twenty years ago)

When I was about 4, I had this cubby hole in the wall next to my bed, for storing linens and stuff. I would climb in there and close the door. I also dragged my mattress into the closet and slept in there every night for about 6 months. I guess I liked small, contained spaces. (Good practice for some of my later apartments.)

These days the closest thing I have to a place to hide is the bathroom...

― gypsy mothra (gypsy mothra), Wednesday, 12 January 2005 20:38 (twenty years ago)

spent most of the late 80's in my closet. at other times, the batcave has been: dads old unused car, under a bridge down the street from my parents house, canoe, underneath the neighbors porch, never had a tree fort- but had a few favorite trees to climb, and i tried to fit mself into the large sliding drawer underneath my bed but that didn't happen, so i hid my stuff all the way in the back cause the drawer would make a massive creak noise when it was slid out far enough

― smith, Wednesday, 12 January 2005 20:42 (twenty years ago)

There was a space in the cupboard where we kept art supplies I could fit into. I also used to go down by the pond. I would pretend to fall asleep on the couch to stay "up" past my bedtime and listen to the grown-ups' conversations.

― Maria D. (Maria D.), Wednesday, 12 January 2005 20:45 (twenty years ago)

I lived in a small town in a National Park as a child so there was no lack of forest in which to hide and that engendered a prediliction in me for hiding outdoors. If the weather is inclement, I've been known to hide in the back of a bar or cafe. At home, there's no real hiding places unless I want to go down and put in/take out laundry.

― Michael White (Hereward), Wednesday, 12 January 2005 20:46 (twenty years ago)

there were no good hiding places at home, but several at primary school. In the infants there was a black wooden shed with a small gap behind it and in the juniors there was a handy tree (which was also not that tall and bifurcated at waist height, making it a doddle to climb).

― MarkH (MarkH), Wednesday, 12 January 2005 20:50 (twenty years ago)

There was also a gap between the PE shed and a wall at my primary school too. There was just enough room between the shed and an ajoining wall to squeeze in there and hide. The adjoining wall had a pebble-dashed coating and in the summer you could see the stone chips glinting in the sunshine, as though they were tiny chips of diamond.

Under the stairs was my favourite place at home. It was fitted out with shelving where I kept some of my toys, I had a radio with an earphone (just one, not even in stereo!) and there was a huge old leather travelling trunk stowed in there which made a brilliant seat. There was no light, so you had to remember to take a torch, and there was the electricity meter in the right hand wall which used to make a soothing humming noise. I called it "Rose Cottage" and made a name plaque on a gummed parcel label which I stuck to the door, all decorated with little pink hand-drawn roses. That label stayed on there until long after I had grown up and left home.

My brother used to lock me in there sometimes, hoping to make me cry (the way brothers do), but I never minded because it was my special place and I loved it.

― C J (C J), Wednesday, 12 January 2005 22:23 (twenty years ago)

About 30 feet up a magnolia tree at our next door neighbor's house.

― I Am Curious (George) (Rock Hardy), Wednesday, 12 January 2005 22:25 (twenty years ago)

then: under the deck, or the town library
now: basement "office," or in plain sight

― Haibun (Begs2Differ), Wednesday, 12 January 2005 22:27 (twenty years ago)

Under the bed, as well as out in the dozens of forts I had made in the woods. Trees were okay, if being found out was intended. Between the mattress and the box spring. Inside any box where I'd fit.

Once when I was little, my mother saw some people going door to door handing out religious pamphlets, and had my sister and I join her under the couch until they stopped ringing the doorbell.

When I don't want to be disturbed at work I hide underneath my desk, curling up against the wall. Everybody knows I'm there, but its a good cue that I don't want to talk.

― Augustine (Augustine Bearse), Thursday, 13 January 2005 01:11 (twenty years ago)

under the desk where there was a toy piano

― youn, Thursday, 13 January 2005 01:22 (twenty years ago)

I couldn't hide. Did a lot of running, though.

― Sasha (sgh), Thursday, 13 January 2005 03:05 (twenty years ago)

we had a walk-in closet and i'd throw some old coats on the floor and hide under those.

― cathy berberian (Jody Beth Rosen), Thursday, 13 January 2005 04:21 (twenty years ago)

I don't remember actually physically hiding in any space when I was younger. I do remember getting that "shut myself off from the rest of the world" feeling when I would lose myself in a book, but I would read practically anywhere -- in the car, in my bedroom, in the family room, in the kitchen, wherever. Now, however, I seem to have demanded more out of "hiding places" and consider my bedroom my sanctuary.

― Samantha Baker (Dee the Lurker), Thursday, 13 January 2005 05:36 (twenty years ago)

In my bedroom wardrobe when I was cranky at mum and dad. Thats the only actual hiding one I did but we had lots of fort-type places over the years made of bits of tin and wood, and the centre of a huge old willow tree on my grandads commercial farm which was wide and flat enough to paud out with hessian sacks and a couple of us could sit in. I dont mean inside the trunk, just where all the branches merged sort of thing.

― Trayce (trayce), Thursday, 13 January 2005 05:39 (twenty years ago)

Between the wall and the bed. Or upside-down in a sleeping bag. Now I just hide in my sorrow.

― Pears can just fuck right off. (kenan), Thursday, 13 January 2005 05:42 (twenty years ago)

We moved a lot, so built-in hiding places varied, but a good mobile one was the enormo-laundry basket on the landing. I didn't think about the fact that I was hiding amongst sweaty t-shirts at the time.

― Liz :x (Liz :x), Thursday, 13 January 2005 13:09 (twenty years ago)

When I was very young, we had the kitchen refitted in the house where we lived, and the space under thge stairs got closed off, except for a little gap between the washing machine and er some other kitchen appliance. I could squeeze through, and actually stand up in the space that opened out under the stairs. It was great! I have nothing like that now.

― Pashmina (Pashmina), Thursday, 13 January 2005 13:12 (twenty years ago)

Under the house! (we lived in a caravan)

― Ste (Fuzzy), Thursday, 13 January 2005 13:44 (twenty years ago)

in the dryer!

― Emilymv (Emilymv), Thursday, 13 January 2005 17:23 (twenty years ago)

three years pass...

behind the door, on top of the fridge

― o-ess, Thursday, 14 February 2008 11:23 (seventeen years ago)

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