Since my childhood home was built on the side of a mountain, the logical place for the garage was under the house. The family car could be parked there in winter to protect it from the cold blasts of weather. In the back of the garage was our root cellar, and storage for canned goods. But there was also room for other things–unused furniture, spare parts for various equipment, and a secret stash of magazines–National Geographic. Shhhh
We would steal away and look at the pictures of exotic birds and wildlife and of course the people from various countries, including the almost naked folk from Africa or some faraway land. We were sure these were forbidden magazines, because of those photographs. We would read the stories of how these people lived, examine the maps and then memorize the exotic names of the countries. Only later did I find out that Mom had already read them, and thought them just too nice to throw away, and was planning to donate them to the school.