Yes I got that line. I was always hiding things. It started out in grade school when I would do holiday art projects. The teachers were really cool and would let me do them even though my mom would always go to the school at the beginning of the year and tell them her beliefs. I could not leave them at school and I would put them in my backpack. I could only see my dad every other weekend so sometimes they would stay in their for a while. Hiding them in my room was too risky. I got caught with a holloween picture once and got my ass chewed out for it. I was about 9 and she went to the elders about it and I got counseled.
When I hit Jr. High and HS I would have to wear these damn ulgy clothes. I would always hide my "immodest" clothes anywhere I could think of and I would change at school. I got caught so many times that it became a joke after a while. I would get dragged in front of the elders again for lying.
When I turned 17 the fun really started. By then I had long since stopped attending meetings but I would sneak out of the house every chance I got. I did not even care care if I got caught then. I could tell my things had been rifled thru while I had been gone. I would confront her and she would say "you're breaking Jehovah's heart".