Lecture 13 Quiz

There was always that one room that I resided in most days while my mother would clean downstairs, cook, or do other house hold chorus. That room was my bedroom. The design was similar to one that anyone would think of when they think of the African safari. The bed, lamp, and wallpaper were all animal print, and the curtains were black. There were even fake trees to give it a more realistic feel. However, it always had a sort of dark feel to it, I think mostly because of the black curtains.

Although it was my bedroom, after sometime I would never call it my room again. When I was young my grandmother became very ill with cancer. After sometime she moved in with us so that it would be easier for my mother to take care of her, which meant me giving up my room and moving into my brother's.

In a corner, very much out of place, was a small Mickey Mouse play kitchen set. It seems kind of funny looking back on it now; a Mickey Mouse play kitchen set in the middle of the safari. Although this was my favorite toy, it was not often that I played with it after my grandmother moved in. Only on occasion, when she was out of the house would I go into my room and play with it. This was mostly because I did not want to disturb my her while she was not feeling well.

Once my grandmother passed, I rarely set foot in that room. It had even more of an eerie feeling, not just because it was dark, but because of the memories that were still there. I considered it her room, as if her soul still lingered there. My parents tried to get me to go back to my room, giving me my own space once again, but I would always reply, "That's not my room anymore. It's Grandma's." I was content living in my brother's room, sleeping on the top bunk of his bunk beds. It was not until we moved into a different house that I would consider moving into my own bedroom.


*As a sidenote, this paper took a lot of consideration seeing as the first 15 years of my life I lived in nine different houses which gave me a lot of rooms to consider and I did not ever really have one room that I have a lot of memories in. They sort of all blend together for me, and some of the houses I can barely remember.