INTRODUCTION:

Children play and live in the both indoor and outdoor environment that adults plan and control, particularly in cities. Because they lack affect over such circumstances, there are very few that they are more attached to. Children create and oversee surroundings that they can call their own in hidden places.

It's only me who knows where his location might be. That guy who loves studying, baskets, and solitary singing. None is making noise, none can hear, and nobody knows. A location where the only noise he hear when resting is his own personal breath. an area where you are able to spend the whole day there. the feeling of being loved without doing damage or having other thoughts—just himself. Anyhow, what the heck is that place? Where do I find the spot in question? Can I travel there to participate in these feelings as well?

In fact! Yes, I can! My hiding place is a place. A location where I can read books, sing, and play basketball by myself. I'm the boy I meant to refer to, and I know where the spot is. I'm the boy who is capable of feeling those things. Me and no one else are present. I have a hidden place that is mine. a location where the sunshine is prevented from your skin by a tree's shadow. The blue sky and flying birds may be seen, joyfully raising their wings as if they were free. A location that met my particular needs.

Unfortunately, I left my hiding place as what I was before. I can no longer stay in that greenly leaves, refreshing air and a quiet place and I can no longer play by myself. No more lonesomeness, no more peaceful place. It would be selfish to call this place all mine so I let them use it. I let them use it where they can freely play with their family and friends. The reason to break this introvert of mine. I let them in to my life. And now I can see the love, smiles playful faces that I never had before. It is me who was stock and get freed for being introvert. Thank you for the memories my Hiding Place.

sadly, I returned from my hiding place unchanged. I can no longer play by myself or stay in a calm spot with green leaves and refreshing air. No more peace and quiet, no more calm. I let them use this location since it would be selfish to establish it as my own. I gave them permission to utilize it so they may play free with their loved ones. The reason I should overcome my shyness. I opened my life to them. And I can finally see the affection, joy, and playful faces that I had never seen before. Since I'm an introvert, I was the one who was stock and was set free. I appreciate the memories you've given me, my hiding place.

Everyone has a secret spot, a peaceful area, or, putting it simply, a home—your house, our home. Without them, I know this would not be easy. This child's wisdom runs as if there isn't a tomorrow. The amount, self-respect, and depth of their affection. Because that is precisely what it is, that is the reason I refer to my hideaway as a home and my house as a hideaway.