Up in the Secret Hayloft
When I was a young boy, I used to go up and play in the red barn hayloft. It was an exciting adventure. I would move the metal ladder with special hooks and attach it to an opening 10 feet above. My heart pounded as I climbed up the ladder. Hay bales lay strewn everywhere. At either end of the hayloft, you could look out and see the whole farm from up above.
I always pulled up the ladder so no one would know I was up there. It was my own special hiding place away from the rest of the world. I remember going up there well into my late teens. Fond memories as a young man.
Now when I go back up in the hayloft, I am all grown up. Some would say a full fledged man. Much of my innocence has long since passed.