This is a lesson in trusting your mother. She chose this for my room when we moved into our current house (when I was around three years old). There was a time where I questioned it and thought about changing it. With time, it became one of my favorite parts of my room. I will never ever ever change it.
My mom painted one of our kitchen chairs my favorite shade of blue. I was sitting in that chair admiring my toenails which were also painted a gorgeous shade of blue (maybe my first nail polish experience?). i think i was 3 or 4, my feet didn’t touch the floor yet which is the most memorable part of the memory. i still love blue nail polish!
Bunk bed we made into a fort
Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves
Inflatable furniture from Limited Too
Weird shade of green paint and shaggy green carpet
Windows that looked out into the trees
CD / tape player / radio combo
Lava lamp
The occasional Beanie Baby™️
Having my family so close by
The complete and utter lack of responsibility
I was two and a half and gleefully hiding in the curtains, with the curtain in front of half my face—I remember being dazzled by how bright the inside of the curtain was (due to the daylight coming through the window behind me) and how dark our living room looked, and how cool it was that I could see both at the same time.
