When I was little, my sister and I did not get along. At all. We still don’t and I really regret that, but it’s out of my hands now. Anyway, she liked to go through my stuff, so I needed a way to secure it. My bedroom door wouldn’t latch correctly, never mind lock, so I needed a better place to stash things.
Being a big fan of diary-keeping, my diaries were the items I was most concerned with – like government secrets, they could not be allowed to fall into the wrong hands (namely, the hands of my little sister).
But with no way to lock my door, what was I to do? Enter my hidey hole. I can’t remember when I found it, or even how, and it was probably not the safest stash, but it worked for my purposes.
My room and the room next door shared a furnace shaft (one shaft, two vents). There was one of those awesome old wall vents in each room, and the woodwork around mine was loose. If I gently pried it back from the wall, I could hide things on top of the vent shaft.
Like I said – probably not the safest hiding place, but I never lost a diary and a little plaster dust never hurt anyone. 🙂
My sister had her own hidey hole. It was under a loose floorboard in our attic. Our attic was full of that ground-up newspaper insulation, though, making it considerably messier and a much bigger pain to get to.
I still love the idea of having a hidey hole like the one I used to have as a kid, but as a grown-up, I’m not sure what I would stash in one. What about you – what sort of hidey hole did you have (or dream about having) as a kid?
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