Do you have a happy place?
I used to but time steals all wonder.
First when I was but a tot it was
always sitting in the back of a closet in the dark with a flashlight.
Giggling to myself that no one would ever find me here. As if the KGB
and MIB were at that very moment conspiring together to seek me out
for fiendish experiments and dastardly plans.
Truth was, no one even knew I was gone.
Not that no one didn’t care for me
just that, in my naïve little world I was sequestered away from all
prying eyes but in the real world I was sitting in a closet for 10
minutes.
In my early teens, I graduated up to
the cardboard box fort.
I was like one of those Russian
babushka nesting dolls. A nerd, reading a book, in a box, in a room,
in a house.
I even had pictures hanging from the
walls in my castle, which were special spy pictures. Meaning if you
took these hanging pictures of dogs and star wars and flipped them
over there were pictures of women in their bras from the Sunday
colored ads.
Yeah this was my pad.
Into my teenage years I had a tree.
Not a tree house or a tree fort but a
tree. Maple if it matters.
That was “My Tree” for a few years.
I spent 3 whole summers in that tree.
I climbed every single inch of that
thing.
I even had a cargo net my dad gave me
out in it that I would lay about in like a hammock and read (and get
rope burns from as this was a real cargo net)
After getting married I always had a
Man Cave or as they were more commonly known as, a Den. My computer
room was always …well mine.
Now all of those are gone.
I don’t feel the overt need to
sequester myself away from society as much as I used to.
Maybe once the kids are out of the
house I will reclaim what is mine.
Until then though I have very my own
happy place
in my mind’s eye
with me wherever I
go
where its always warm and sunny and the fish bite next to a
waterfall.
Really
quite lovely and relaxing.
And when you turn the leaves of the
tree over there are pictures of women in their bras.
