Ahh the memories, of where we used to hide as Children.
At my Grandparents house, they had a dining table. It had drop leaf sides and a cupboard in the centre with a shelf in the middle and a drawer at each end. When we played hide and seek with my cousins, this was usually where I chose, under the shelf inside. Well, I was quite small! I have the dining table in storage, the memories all came flooding back when I saw it.
In our first house, my favourite was in the larder, with my best friend sitting under the bottom shelf on the floor, making bread squares, by squashing the bread very hard into cubes. It began when her father went fishing and we had a conversation about what fishing bait he used.
After that, when Dad emptied the big cupboard in my box room of all of his stuff and I was allowed to use the space to keep my toys and books. I used to sit in there and read stories to the Dollies and the Teddies. The door would be open and I would take a pillow and sit on the floor of the cupboard with my back against the wall.
When we moved house aged 10, I had to find new hideouts.
A favourite was the bathroom roof, My bedroom window opened out above it and I would sit out on the ledge of the roof straddling it and be able to look down the street across all the other gardens, trees and flowers. It was quiet there and no-one bothered me. I always got into trouble for being out there since it was deemed dangerous, but I actually felt very safe up there.
Down the road from where we lived there was a brook with a bridge. I used to go there with my friend who lived over the road, we would fish for sticklebacks and read books and camp out under the bridge.
via Daily Prompt: Hideout Image: Morguefile