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My Old Bedrooms

I don’t remember my childhood bedroom(s) that clearly. My first room was wall papered, this I remember very clearly, in fact, I can remember my mom and aunt putting it up. It was brown with tiny white flowers, ugly. My room was long and narrow, my single bed fit across the room with little to no room to spare, a white captains bed that had been my mom’s as a child.

My bed was under a window facing the front of the house, at the foot of my bed on the wall was a green chalkboard (you had to sit on the bed to use it). At the opposite end of the room was a pink and white bench filled with Barbies. Beside the bench on the wall I had a white board. I know somewhere in the room there was the matching dresser to my bed and a bookshelf.

I am amazed at how much I can remember of that room considering I have’t thought about it in a long time. That was my room until I was 12.

When I turned 12 we moved. My new room was white and Princess Purple, yes I remember what the actual colour was called. I had white bunk beds, double on the bottom, single on top.  It was a smaller room. And despite it having been my room until I moved away and knowing the colour of it, I can’t tell you much more about it. Posters came and went, just the same as pictures.

I wrote this as part of the 30 Day to finding you own blogging voice through writing prompts.

Day 1: Describe your childhood bedroom.

 

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