Escape, the Art of
12 Feb
Growing up, I always wanted a tree house.
There was something about having my own domain.
My secret patch of heaven where I make the rules. I call the shots.
As if the laws that rule normal society don’t pertain to this backyard domain.
Rustic on the outside, yet tricked out on the inside with secret passage ways and a sophisticated communication system involving tennis balls and an air cannon. (to communicate with the other treehouses, of course.)
This was my retreat. Though the look and location varied. The goal was the same.
Escape.
Did you have an escape as a kid?
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oh my heavens…did I ever!
The mask I wore everyday– a mild refuge
My room–a sweet sanctuary
my neighbors house– a good retreat
My youth leaders houses–like heaven
I also, at some points had little people houses (like a tree house, just w/out the tree)
oh, writing too!
Absolutely! In addition to the shutting out, negative coping, and the masks as princessjes mentions…
My room was a retreat I could hide out and escape to. I also escaped to the outdoors–when younger I would ride my bike for miles in any direction, away from all. I still use this–biking, kayaking, hiking, cross-country skiing–places to get away from it all and think or relax