In My Diary (3)

Weird Writing Spots
   I grew up in a large family. I had two brothers, and two sisters. Having that many 

siblings does have its advantages, but it also has its disadvantages. One of the biggest 

disadvantages for me was I had less privacy. Growing up I shared a room with my 

sister. I didn't have any place to myself. The rest of the house could get pretty noisy 

too. Sometimes I just wanted some piece and quiet. Over the years I discovered great 

spots to find this peace and quiet. 

   One of my favorite things to do was  read. I would go to the library every week or 

sometimes every two days and get a bag full of books. With such a loud house it was 

hard to find anywhere quiet to read. I soon found an excellent, but weird reading spot 

that I would visit time and time again. 

   This reading spot was the attic in my garage. The attic was a very quiet spot to read, 

the only problem was that in the summer it got very hot. I would sit in the attic for an 

hour at a time. Sometimes, drops of sweat would roll off my face falling onto the pages 

as I read. 

   It was one of the weirdest places I had found to read, because it was also one of the 

least comfortable places. Who wants to read when it is burning hot in an attic, but the 

noise must have bothered me more then the heat.  When I would decide to come down 

and go back into the house, my mother would always wonder where I had gone, but I 

would never tell. The sauna like attic was my secret and I wasn't going to tell anyone.

Somethings are better kept to ourselves.

Where are some weird places you have read before? Or your favorite reading spot?

Sincerely,
R.J. Ropsen