When I was a small child I had two favorite places in our house. One was the cupboard under the stairs, a small, dark place filled with junk, cardboard boxes, and the vacuum cleaner. The other was a place I had made myself by pushing a big old arm chair against some shelves, thus making a little nook for myself between the end of the shelves and the adjacent wall. By climbing over the back of the chair I was hidden to the world, and in my very own, very special place. Like most children I had … [Read more...]
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