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Wyatt says the kitchen cabinet..
Taylor says in her closet..
Cole says under his bed and jewel doesnt like to hide
There’s this small door under the stairs it’s creepy. It used to be an old laundry shoot.
When my girls “go missing” they can usually be found behind the dining room table – either reading a book or messing with the CD player.
When I was a kid, I had no privacy (family of 8 in a 2-bedroom, one bathroom house; shared a bed with my sister . . . ). Being an extreme introvert, I craved alone time. So, I loved to hide. I would spend hours lying under an end table or behind a couch just trying to preserve my “self space” while I read a book or did my homework. I always tried to find a hiding place where I could go undiscovered for as long as I wanted. Behind the tub worked, until I got stuck there and had to be rescued by my mom. Very NOT private moment! I used to hide in a box of clothes in the closet, in the rafters of the garage, in the clothes dryer . . . . Not sure I had a favorite place. Maybe I am still looking for one? There are definitely times when I need to get away . . . .
Right now I am searching for one but it is illusive
Bud says: In mommy and daddy’s closet.
behind my door
Olivia: Under my bed.