Elevator Pitch

The closets in my home had the power to move through the walls! My house was surely the coolest on the block

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A newly shellacked floor paved the way for my quick exit from the closet in my bedroom. I flew across the stained gray carpet of my childhood home. With eyes still closed and a shaky gait, I lumbered down the stairs, and ran into the coat closet, directly under the closet in my bedroom. As I entered, a blue raincoat (circa 1960) suffocated me. Eureka! I had descended!

 At eight years old, I lived in my own world. No friends within walking distance, no neighbors my age. I spent a lot of time alone. At home. Thinking.

One day I decided that my bedroom closet was no ordinary closet. Since my bedroom was directly above the living room downstairs, I deduced there must be an imaginary conduit connecting the floors. When I was physically entering the clothing repository, I was metaphysically taking a ride down on the elevator.

The process was simple. I entered the closet in my room. Then I closed my eyes, opened the door, exited the closet and then my room. I ran down the stairs (miraculously not crashing into anyone or anything) and ended up into the coat closet. At this point I opened my eyes, satisfied that my elevator worked.