My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
Dark and dusty, cobwebbed and musty. A space I used to go to for escape. A flashlight and a bundle of comic books were all this little nook needed. I would read my adventures, sequestered in this hidey-hole. I had control. No one else ventured there. My siblings found it very scary, but to me it was sanctuary.
Every young boy needs
a place that is all his own.
Private thoughts to keep.
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
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I had several hideaways like that, the most foolish being on my bedroom windowsill behind the curtains!
Easy escape, easy capture. As long as the window was closed!
I loved to sit under our porch too