Journaling Page 1

 
 
This is a sketch of my bedroom my junior and senior year in high school.  Dad and Mom agreed I could have my own room but there was no place to put me.  David had the bedroom in the garage - which was a terrible idea since he wasn't doing anything good.  So Dad built a deck over the back sliding door in the entry hall.  The room was tiny.  I think it was just three sheets of plywood set side-by-side on the opposite sides of the roof.  My bed was on the roof slant and had shingles under it.  The floor was bare and uninsulated.  The closet was a rod with a sheet curtain.  The window was a good size but only a single pane.  I painted the room with my $20 budget a light green and tacked up a floral sheet on the wall by the door. 
 
It was freezing in there during the winter.  I used a ton of blankets and only let my nose stick out of the blankets.  Suzanne would come join me in bed on a regular basis.  When Keira could walk she would toddle in too.  Snuggling with them was the warmest memory of that room. 
 
I also had a picture of Oscar the Grouch I had colored taped to the back of my door and I titled it "My Idle".  I was so funny.
 
I didn't spend a lot of time in my room but I did have a space of my own for a while.