Updated: Aug 1, 2021
“ The idea of these secret places where I was safe stayed with me, and took me through a dark time where I had to hold the entire truth of a darker place close to my heart. "
When I was 7 years old, I watched an episode of The Twilight Zone called “The Bewitchin’ Pool” that became the one I hoped for when I would catch a rerun of the show. In this episode, there’s a young brother and sister, Scout and Jeb, who are in an unhappy family with parents who don’t seem to understand them. They dive into their pool and come out in a magical place where a sweet old lady treats them and many other lost kids with love and affection, and where their own kindness is rewarded as normal. Jeb meets the woman and she hands him a pot of icing and asks him to spread it on a giant cake she is making , and when he awkwardly begins to ice to the cake she sweetly says “it seems you have extensive experience,” making him feel confident. No one is sarcastic or makes fun of them. They feel safe and at peace for the first time. I became obsessed with this episode and dreamed about it often. I began to dream of hidden rooms in places like the department store at the end of our street. I dreamed of a hidden room off the toy department that became a bright place of lights and many toys. For years my heart would race when I was in the store with my mom and would walk by this corner, and I was always ready to jump into the room just in case the lights came on and it was true. The idea of these secret places where I was safe stayed with me, and took me through a dark time where I had to hold the entire truth of a darker place close to my heart, my little body, and my confused mind, knowing it wasn’t right, and only imagining something better.