Fnord wrote:
I made a little 'cave' under some wild rose bushes and box elder trees, and then furnished it with a discarded lawn chair (that I repaired), a couple of old milk crates, and some citronella candles. From March until September, and for five consecutive years, it was my secret refuge from all of the conflict going on in my parents' house. I could 'disappear' and still be within calling distance of the house. With a little careful trimming of the leaves and branches, I could observe everything going on in the immediate area without being seen. I wish I could go back.
I love this! ^
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