"When this old world starts a getting me down,
and people are just too much for me to face,
I'll climb way up to the top of the stairs
and all my cares just drift right into space.
Oh the roof it's as peaceful as can be
and there the world below don't bother me."
As a young child I had a secret place on the side of a hill that would hide me
when I needed to slip away.
In the spring and summer it was covered in honey suckle
and I'd climb behind the bush,
up on a big rock...
I'd get lost in the sweet scent of the flower,
drink it's nectar
and dream my dreams.
As I got older, it was my big bedroom window that provided escape.
I'd climb out my window
and spend hours on the flat garage roof.
talking to myself,
listening to the birds...
Joining Kathy for