Reflections: My childhood bedroom 13 Articles

by casha84

Do you have a place in your life where you go every time when you feel that something important is happening in your life? It doesn't matter whether is good or bad; you know that this place is like a shelter. It makes you ...read more

by Frank Butry

I can still hear the creaking of the old wood bannister, the sound of the door, a big old wooden door, with glass handles to boot! This was my sanctuary, my special place that I shared with no one. Except my mother who cle...read more

by Cyn Bagley

For most of my life, I have bunked with my sister. We were a year and a month apart in age. The two of us played together, fought together, and tormented sister number three. We were inseparable until we reached the age of...read more

by Nakia Claiborne

Two for one and having Fun Well where do I start when it comes to talking about my Childhood bedroom. I can remember it like it was yesterday! My family originally lived in a trailer. Me and my sister had to sha...read more

by Arabella Kelly

Reflections: My Childhood Bedroom. I can still go there. The room my sister and I shared while we were growing up is my "guest room" in the same house. It was also our daughter's room when she was a child and teenager. ...read more

by keisi j

The walls and carpet were Bubblegum pink. I had posters of fairies and two large windows. It was a sweet happy color but the air was icy. I escaped my siblings torment and some of my dad's abuse in my room. Sprawled out...read more

by Ashley Singh

Really, my childhood bedroom wasn't anything special. It was more of a shared jail cell. I grew up in a two bedroom duplex with my brother and parents. Throughout the 12 years we lived there, we had guests share the room w...read more

by Damian Duke

My Room Somehow, when sitting in this room, one gets a sense of comfort. The dweller just moved in not two months ago, but the feeling is already one of homeliness. Clothes scattered all over the light brown carpet, bo...read more

by Linda C. Turman

My bedroom.... Five years old and without my mother. She had passed away at the very young age of ywenty-eight. Diabetes had taken her life. My brother was two years older than me and then there was our father. Dad was ...read more

by Erin Kathleen

It might have been the coolest thing about me. I honestly believe it was the sole reason behind a few of my greatest friendships growing up. My room was like another world for my friends and I. It was like something out of...read more

by A L Johnson

My old bedroom was my own sanctuary. It was the smallest of the 3 bedrooms we had in the house, and growing up in the 1970's, the only thing my room did not have was the shag carpet!My friends had shag carpet in their room...read more

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by Labor Day Lady

Growing up was a challenge in my house. As the youngest child of four I was the last to get everything. The last snack, the last meal, the last bath, and the last bedroom. Well the last bedroom in the house happened to be ...read more

by D. Anderson

Surprisingly enough, my childhood bedroom is not filled with pleasant memories and is not some sanctuary that I return to when needed, however, no one made it bad for me. Its not like I was mistreated in that room, I had ...read more