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Our Attic Had A Fancy Window Where This Decorative Piece Is

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Five Minute Freewrite: The Attic

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As a small child, certain places of life are off limits. And not always because the parental-units deem it that way. No, it's more of a lack of any idea, or inspiration. Or even any realization that an area EXISTS. Such as the large sphere of city-scape surrounding our family home, well beyond a few blocks in any walking, cardinal direction. I had no idea anything even existed , except in the car, beyond this area. Which included parts of our house as well.

Though, I was COMPLETELY aware of our basement. My brother and his friends never let me forget the Boogey Man lived down there, behind the furnace. A "ghosty image, with glowing, blood-purple eyes the size of footballs, who uses his pocket knife to pull out your eye, spit on it, then throw it at you, which causes it to blow up.” I believed every word of it.

STAY OUT OF THE BASEMENT ! Particularly if the lights were off.

The attic? Well, that was another story. I never even THOUGHT about going up there. Not because my brother and his friends had a monster hidden up there. Or my parents had ever told me to stay away. I just never thought about the place. Ever. It was just the 'whatever area' above the ceiling of my room, out of view and reach.

But later in life, when I was 10 or so, it became a world all it's own. Started off by the discovery of the closet in the garage, that opened at the ceiling into the attic. Climbing my Dad's shovel rack up through the rafters opened up a magical world previously unknown to me. Nothing important up there, but a few boxes and other things tossed up by my parents, because there was no better place to put them. And the Christmas decorations. They were stacked there too, of course. Not too exciting.

But now, it was the ATTIC! An area new to me in my tiny world. I would sit up there for hours, looking out the little fancy octagonal, multi-pane window above the garage, watching the cars drive down our street. Every twenty minutes or so one would go by. What WAS the fascination with this? Was it that they did not know I existed at that moment? Or that...

Yaarg, there is goes again

~Finto~

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Thanks for stopping in and viewing my fourth Five Minute Freewrite. If you have any thoughts about areas of the world that opened up as you became older, sitting in the attic when there were MUCH better things to do, Boogey Men in your basement, or anything else this post reminds you of, please feel free to comment away in the spaces below. I'd love to hear from you.

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Here is the link to the post about the Five Minute Freewrite, put on by @mariannewest:
[Day 133: 5 Minute Freewrite: Thursday- Prompt: The Attic]

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_{Posted: 03/01/2018 @ 18:45}

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Excerpts From Late-Night Conversations With A Mechanical Cat

Fact Number 42