Where is the place you go to hide?

My all time favorite place was under the pine tree in the yard of a house we rented in the Chicago area. Friends and I formed a club based there, the Secret Pine Club. I can't remember if I told them about my hideaway. Probably, I talk too much.

It was lined with mattresses and had a refrigerator with hershey bars and cokes and tuna sandwiches. There were potato chips too (Jays) but they weren't in the refrigerator but a big can. There were a lot of pillows. There were many books, especially the Nancy Drew books I hadn't read yet.

I haven't since beaten that hiding place with anything better.

Thank you, Osso, for sharing that story. Can I inquire as to the state of the mattresses and exactly how they found their way under the pine trees? Did you steal them from your younger siblings and deprive them of a blissful sleep?

We are speaking of hiding places, afterall, not child abuse.

The hideaway was in my mind. I was an only child, you know. Schniff.

If it actually existed, it would be sticky with pine tar and dead pine needles and squirrels would have been trying to take the snacks. You know that.

Here hear?

I had to look up culverts

It's not a word you often hear in english unless you are a drainage specialist or someone who falls down drunk a lot.

I happen to know culverts as a drainage specialist and like a drink or two.

Culverts as where to hang out, people do resort to that, scary stuff for them but I guess protected.

I quit the job I had for 13 years, about 5 or 6 weeks ago, and I have found an enormous release in being under-employed for an indefinate future time.

Today I said to the other 3 temps at this job "let's go to a happy hour tomorrow" and the word spread like wildfire among the regular employees that "Those fiesty temps are going to go to the Rose and Lion, get drunk and take off their tops....even Dave"

By 5 o'clock we had a list of about a dozen others that will join us.

I can do or say whatever I want. I'm the temp.

I just hope I don't get a brain tumor or something. I can't afford an operation @ $13/hour.

I have a favorite A2K hiding place: any philosophy thread about some obscure postmodernist epistemology. Our discussions totally deny reality and no poster's viewpoint could possibly be considered superior to any other's.

You could also try the Romantic Poetry forum. Nobody goes there, either - so far as I know.

Those metal ribbed ones that get all rusty and can give you lock jaw, what some people call tetanus, if you cut yourself crawling into them?

Or do you wimp out and use the new fangled concrete ones?

I run, or rather, fly to other countries to hide. I don't know what I'm hiding from, but it's a fun way to explore many places I'm not familiar with, meet interesting people, and experience the mingling with peoples of other cultures and countries, eat their food, and drink their drink.

Watch out for bad drivers, Gus!

When I was a teenager, I moved all my clothes to a hall closet and turned my walk-in closet into a hideaway. I replaced the door with a beaded curtain, put up rock posters, and moved all my books and pillows in there. I loved it. Nobody else, especially pesky younger siblings, was allowed in.

I don't have a hideaway now. Can't think of why I would need one. Why do you need a place to hide, Gus?

I do declare, a "Gus sighting"!

I like to hide behind my chess pieces.

I hide under the covers, where the boogeyman can't find me.

I like to hide in plain sight. If you stand perfectly still, no one notices you. I've tried this at the Times Square subway station in NYC and, so help me, people walked right by without even looking at me.

Doesn't work all that well in small towns, though.

It's not so much I want to hide, but my home & my garden are my refuge.
No matter how horrible or challenging a day I've had, when I set foot through my front door & close it, I start to unwind, instantly start to feel much better ....
As for my garden, I get lost out there for hours ... The bird visitors, all the plants I've grown from scratch myself, watching my tomatoes grow & flourish .... I just love being there. My garden is my haven. I am perfectly at peace there.

There is a ditch behind the high-school I went to. One of my friends and I would hang out there and do a bit of LARPing. It was fun and a great way to escape.