When I was a child I just had a favorite place where I enjoyed to hide myself. That special place was under the sink in the laundry room.
We lived in the 3rd floor in a creepy old building in Lima, Peru. The 3rd floor was the top of the building. It only had 2 bedrooms, a small living room, a bathroom, a little kitchen, but a large laundry room with no ceiling on it. Only old people were living in there, my siblings and I were there only kids in the whole building. We were not supposed to make too much noise. Then nobody complains.
One day, when I was 5 years old, I got in trouble with Mom, because I didn't want to get dress change. I was supposed to take a shower and wear another dress. However, it was something that I didn't want to do. I was very obstinate, when I didn't want something and I still am. At that time, I was so upset and I just wanted to disappear. I ran out to the laundry room. Then I saw that under the sink was a good place to stay in for a while. Everything there had the clorox odor. Nevertheless, that place was so special for me. I just went there anytime, especially when I was in trouble with Mom or Dad. I enjoyed being there playing with my puzzles all the time.
Later on my brother saw me what I was doing under the sink and he wanted to stay with me. However, the place wasn't big enough for both. Besides that, he made too much noise.
Finally, I got discontented because I felt that it wasn't my place anymore.
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Dear mary, I think you story is wonderfull, and unforgettable for you, and whoever reads it is going to be something that makes as remember our childhood.
Maria, thank you for your comment, I know you forget to put your name in my story, I readed your story, your favorite place is fantastic.
Maria....I really like your story. Secret places are wonderful for children...when I was a kid, I had two - under our front porch where it was always cool and up in a tree where I believed the fairies lived. Thanks for sharing your memory so well.
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