The Hiding Tree
The Hiding Trees
We spent many hours hiding in the hiding trees near the big brick house. Nikki and Spring had found them long ago and only showed this place to the most favored of their friends. I was one of them. We played endlessly in this secret fortress.
When Mary would call for us we would wait until she could not be seen between the thick veils of pine needles. Then we would emerge from our secret dark shady play place with stealth peeking with caution into the bright sunlight before we would run for the house as fast as we could as to not give away our location.
When we were beneath the pines we lived in many different worlds. Today we were Indian maidens hiding from our would be captors in a secret spot in a dense forest. The trees gave us shelter while we hid.
Tomorrow maybe we would be settlers hiding from the Indians. Our hats and bonnets were figments of our imagination but in our world they were as real as the tree we were hiding under.
And yet another time we would be campers far from civilation roughing it in hunting camp. No matter what world we created it was our own private world created solely for Nikki, Spring and I.
When we would enter the world of the hiding tree we were safe and secure. The branches of that massive evergreen shielded us from the world and gave us the freedom to create and explore a world of our own. The mystic place lent a reality to our imaginations and childhood games. The hiding trees gave us a freedom, a place to live out our dreams.
I miss the days of the hiding trees and hope my own children can find a place as secret, special, and safe as this.
We spent many hours hiding in the hiding trees near the big brick house. Nikki and Spring had found them long ago and only showed this place to the most favored of their friends. I was one of them. We played endlessly in this secret fortress.
When Mary would call for us we would wait until she could not be seen between the thick veils of pine needles. Then we would emerge from our secret dark shady play place with stealth peeking with caution into the bright sunlight before we would run for the house as fast as we could as to not give away our location.
When we were beneath the pines we lived in many different worlds. Today we were Indian maidens hiding from our would be captors in a secret spot in a dense forest. The trees gave us shelter while we hid.
Tomorrow maybe we would be settlers hiding from the Indians. Our hats and bonnets were figments of our imagination but in our world they were as real as the tree we were hiding under.
And yet another time we would be campers far from civilation roughing it in hunting camp. No matter what world we created it was our own private world created solely for Nikki, Spring and I.
When we would enter the world of the hiding tree we were safe and secure. The branches of that massive evergreen shielded us from the world and gave us the freedom to create and explore a world of our own. The mystic place lent a reality to our imaginations and childhood games. The hiding trees gave us a freedom, a place to live out our dreams.
I miss the days of the hiding trees and hope my own children can find a place as secret, special, and safe as this.