The Golden Hideout

Shelbri Moore-Hamilton, Guest Writer

“Hurry up Pa!” “We’re almost there!” Two phrases I would excitedly plead everyday as I came home from school. I would kick off my shoes, grab a snack, and drag my Pa to our “Magical Hideout.” This hideout, some might think, is a tree house, or a hidden door. But ours was just the pop up trunk on his rusted golden Jeep Cherokee with a window that could tilt to let “secret letters,” filled with drawings of our favorite animals and places. My Pa and I would bring every Barbie Doll that you could imagine. Memories like these are why any and every time I drive up at a stoplight next to a “Magical Hideout,” I always think of my Pa, and the adventures he supplied my young and curious world with!