Where was the place you went to hide growing up?

A lot of families had it much worse, but my family growing up was not a very happy place. To get away from it I would sit underneath a baby grand piano we had nestled in a corner of our living room where no one could see me. I would stay there touching the coolness of the brass pedals.
That setting as served a model for my approach to therapy as a psychiatrist, especially to people in despair. I have realized that what I really wanted (and needed) as I sat under that piano was a caring adult to come by and not feel sorry for me, and not take my side against my family, and not try to coax me out with some false reassurance.
What I needed was for a special adult to see me under the piano, come over and say: "Mind if I join you?" and then come and sit with me under the piano. Then in my mind's eye weeks and months would pass and when I felt that person was not going to leave or try to control me, I imagined shifting my "autistic like" focus from the piano to him and asking him: "Why are you sitting here (wasting your time)?"
And in my mind's eye, I imagined him responding: "Because it didn't look like you should be alone feeling the way you do."
Gradually I would trust him, attach to him and together we would walk out from under the piano and into life.

That is what I try to do as a therapist with my deeply despairing patients, i.e. join them in their pain until they feel less alone and then walk with them when they are ready out into their life.
WHERE WAS THE PLACE YOU WENT TO HIDE WHEN YOU WERE GROWING UP TO GET AWAY FROM HOW BAD YOU FELT? SHARE YOUR STORY?