Hide and Seek was a favorite pastime in the neighborhood growing up. When we first moved to Shore View Circle in Indialantic, Florida there were easily ten children between the ages of about seven and twelve in small cluster of homes whose side and back yards all met up together forming the greatest field of play in existence. Large shrubs, a few fat squatty palms, tool sheds, some fenced yards, and back patios all provided stellar hiding spots. In fact, sometimes the problem wasn’t finding a place to hide, but simply choosing which spot would be the right one this time.
At the start of each round we would gather pretty much at the center, the spot where the corners of three or four properties all met. The counter would start counting – 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… – and the hiders would start hiding. There was always a mad dash for some of the favorite spots and no end to strategizing. Did you want a great spot far away from base or something that might be a little more exposed, but with a shorter run? If you were indecisive, as I was, you might still be looking when the counter announced, “48… 49… 50! Ready or not, here I come!”
“Ready or not!” Those are the words that could strike terror in the hearts of the unprepared, those with no place to hide, no cover chosenfor this round of the game. Continue reading
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