My first hiding place as a teenager was a false ceiling in my back closet. If I stood on a chair, I could slide the ceiling panel up and put my bag if lingerie up there. At that time in my life, my collection was from my aunt's stuff, my mom's, my best friend's sister and some items I stole from the various neighbor's clothes lines at night. Can't believe I did that, but at the time, it's how I got my stuff.
