My Room In My Life

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All my life I had shared a bedroom with my oldest sister Tasia. I had to share a bedroom with my sister, because we lived with my grandmother. A few years later my brother move from Long Island, New York to Hope Mills, NC. By then, my sister and I had to share a room, so my brother was able to have his own room. After ten long years later and in middle school, and I was still in the same room with my oldest sister. I was in need of my own room I was always complaining to my grandmother about how Fifteen years old girl should have their own bedroom. Finally, my mother move down to Fayetteville, NC from Long Island, New York so my brother moved out with my mother, and I finally got my own room. This seemed like one of the greatest days of my life. The smell of my room makes me think of the spring time when all of the flowers are blooming. Lay down and close my eyes and daydream about places I'd like to see or think about things that make me happy. My room is my sanctuary.
When I think of my childhood bedroom as my special place because, it describes so many aspects of my life. When I...
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