I spent most moments of both perfect peace and raging tumult in secret woodsy places, and, seconding that, in hay-filled wagons (burrowed under hay bales) or swinging my legs from the rafters of the horse barn where the wall had conveniently rotted away to let in a great view of the valley. This shed, though, was filled with treasure and faintly remembered pieces of childhood, which made it top-notch, too.
Now I feel guilty for having an overabundance of good places to hide myself. If only every tortured teen could have the same...(tongue in cheek).
beautiful picture!
ReplyDeleteLove it!
ReplyDeleteI always wanted something like this when I was going through my teenage years.
i think if i saw that shed anywhere, it would still remind me of you.
ReplyDeleteI spent most moments of both perfect peace and raging tumult in secret woodsy places, and, seconding that, in hay-filled wagons (burrowed under hay bales) or swinging my legs from the rafters of the horse barn where the wall had conveniently rotted away to let in a great view of the valley. This shed, though, was filled with treasure and faintly remembered pieces of childhood, which made it top-notch, too.
ReplyDeleteNow I feel guilty for having an overabundance of good places to hide myself. If only every tortured teen could have the same...(tongue in cheek).