When I was growing up, I always found a quiet place where no one could find me. This was often the top of a tree, but my favorite hidden spot was under a Weeping Willow tree next to a small stream. I would sit there for an hour or more asking myself questions about what I believed in.
Every child discovers a hidden space of their own where they can leave behind the day and the night of life. In this place they hold onto their soul.