HIDING ~ 7.31.18
By the age of eight years old, I had to figure out, quite abruptly and quickly I might add, how I was going to survive. Not physically; rather, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. I can’t recall what I did at that young of an age, but something existed within me that said, “No, you will not be beaten by this situation.” The situation was a stepfather entering the picture.
By age the age of 12, I can say that I was very good at hiding.
I would get up on weekends and in summers and do my daily three hour cleaning and gardening, then pack a drink, sandwich, some snacks and a portable cd player, and took off to the creek and small lake not far from our home (house, actually…two different things) as well as the empty bottomed-out river beds full of limestone.
I would have lunch down there, listen to music, wade in the water, and quite often I would take a book to read that day.
I was down there by 9-10:00 a.m. and would have to return home for dinner and cleaning afterwards.