Hello all, pull up a chair and make yourself comfortable (I hope you don't have to stand while you are on the computer). In today's Flashback Friday I will cover some of the places where I would go when I needed peace or just some time alone to chill.
I have always been an avid reader. Do you know what it's like to try to read with people bothering you? When I was a child, I would scoot the couch out a bit and worm my way behind it to catch up on some reading. Doing that kept me from getting spanked once. All the other neighborhood kids were round up and asked who did some terrible act. Since nobody confessed, the parents of said kids were going to spank ALL of the kids. When a parent asked where I was, and why I wasn't getting spanked, Dad replied "I know where he is and where he has been for the last hour. He was behind the couch reading, and fell asleep. He's still there." We have our couch angled so "The Boy" can have a "mancave" behind the couch.
I also discovered a tree on the property line that was ideal for reading in. If I rolled my comic book up, and stuck it in my back pocket, I could climb unhindered. I wouldn't try to take an encyclopedia up there. It had a fork just high enough to be out of any one's sight line. It didn't work too well in the fall and winter.
When I got mad at Sir Gattabout, and had all of him that I could stand, I would run away from home. Don't get upset. My version of running away consisted of going back to the creek, and cooling off under the bridge. I would throw rocks at the supports while saying mean, horrible things about my brother. I always made sure that I had finished running away before Mom & Dad got home. The bridge also made for a good smooching spot later on.
Did you have a "chilling" spot? If so where?