chiaThePet -> RE: Favorite Vacation when You were a kid? (6/20/2007 12:42:24 PM)
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When i was a kid, there was this box in the corner of my room, my rock'em sock'em robots came in it and somewhere along the way i hung on to it. Though i was always tall, i was also lanky and flexible enough to be able to climb inside that box, fold myself up, close the top, and breathe ever so quiet that no one should hear me. i used such for those moments when Mother had been drinking and was in an especially sadistic mood. Came in handy also when the older ones were dead set on pubescent horndog exploration. Those whom visited the household with ulterior motives in their special little grins, often found frustration as i could disappear in the blink of an eye. Sooner or later i would have to emerge from my little hideaway, face the music, pay the piper, and ultimately submit to the requirements of the day or night. i never told anyone, always swore i was just around the corner, playing by myself, and no one was the wiser. Each birthday or Christmas, i would try and pick something that simply arrived in a big box, no matter the content, that was always secondary, it just needed to fit the purpose, an escape from the world around me. We were not exactly poor, but certainly couldn't afford a real vacation, off to places that came only of nightly dreams. A mountain picnic was a thrill of thrills. But then there was my box, a paradise without parallel, the ultimate get away of get aways, calm, serene, safe and secure. A little piece of heaven right there in the corner of my room, better than Disneyland, a crashing ocean, a towering castle or a sunny tropical island. Inside, i could travel in peace to any destination my little heart desired, any place but the place outside the box. Respectfully, chia* (the pet)
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