I was sixish, my brother 3 ish. Had a pretty good sized bedroom, a converted attic of a smallish house. The areas where the roof sloped down too much was made into much closet and storage space. We made a tiny bedroom out of one closets. Just enough space for a small mattress and tiny desk. Why we needed a desk in there I don’t know. But it was cosy and we liked it alot.
The funny part here is we had a hamster. We put his cage on the desk. He LOVED to run on that squeaky wheel all night every night with only breaks for food or water. When we werent in the closet, we kept the door closed and the light off, so it was pretty much dark in there. This went on for a week or so before my father realized the hamster was in there too. That hamster probably wondered why this night was so damn long. That hamster was marathon material by end of the week. I always wondered how many miles he racked up…
If anyone is worried about that, I’ll describe the set-up. The closet is one of those deals with two sliding doors. When one is pushed aside, it is either in front of or behind the other. This results in an open area and an enclosed area.
My daughter sleeps with we head in the open area with her face right at the opening. Her legs are in the enclosed area.
Still, if anyone wants to run the numbers, I’m always up for some impressive mathematics.
It’s completely wrong. In the course of testing a myth about a man who suffocated overnight on his own flatus, the Mythbusters enclosed Jamie in a very small, airtight room.
A closet is not even close to airtight, a young daughter is not an adult man, and she is not sleeping in there for three days straight.
My mom used to buy toilet paper in the HUGE CASE (back then it was a cardboard box) and when I was maybe 6 or 7 I grabbed one and claimed it as my own in the middle of the kitchen and slept in it for days. It was my special fort and I loved it.
