Burnie here. I also like to hide. One time (this was so much fun) I hid under the bathroom sink and didn't answer my mom. She called and called and then went out in the street to look for me, as if I would ever leave this comfortable home.
After a while I decided she had been punished enough and wanted to jump out and surprise her, but the door to the cabinet was closed and I couldn't push it open. I cried and cried for such a long time until she came. The joke was on me.
I still like exploring.