I was pretty sure there weren’t any magic wardrobes in the house, but there was a lamp post outside the bedroom window that looked to me like the one in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. I imagined myself clambering out the window on snowy nights to meet Mr Tumnus and go to his comfy warm cave for tea and cakes.
I don’t know if it was my fear of the wrath of the All Powerful Ones I lived with, or the intentions of the White Witch that deterred me.