when we were younger, there were several things that we'd do to feel happy and safe...hide in a huge bush and make pretend soup (we could see everything going on around but no one could see us), walk in the woods and pretend we were in a far away land...a nice land, go the the water and watch it moving, go to the colored sand mountains and pretend we were queen/king of the hill...the world was ours at those times. the best thing that felt so good was...we would go to a place behind the houses where there was a swingset and a bunch of trees. there was no grass...just dirt and pine needles. one day we were moving the pine needles around with foot and making a picture on the ground. we went home and got the broom to sweep them more easily. often we would make the outline of a home...it was our home...just ours. we would make our livingroom, kitchen, bathroom and a play room for everyone...no bedrooms. it was our own safe house.

i want to do that again...somewhere where everyone will feel safe and have fun. that was happy. that was good.