Even now that I'm married and 28, my room's still intact the way it was when I went to high school.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
But our waking life, and our growing years, were for the most part spent in the kitchen, and until we married, or ran away, it was the common room we shared.
Growing up, I always wanted a bedroom of my own.
I lived with my mom in a really small apartment. My bedroom was like in the living room. That's why I still love to sleep on couches now.
I grew up in a two-bedroom house with my grandfather, my mom and dad and four kids. I slept on the couch or on the floor, and I always wanted to have my own space.
I had collages in my bedroom when I was a teenager.
I was barely in grade school when I helped my mother rearrange the living room furniture for the first time.
My room was a real way of expressing myself. It was like a little nest that I could settle into.
I couldn't do my homework if my room wasn't clean. And it has carried on now that I am older, in a very freakish way.
I was an only child. We were so poor, my parents and I had the same room.
As a kid, I think I rearranged the rooms of almost every house on the block.