'There's a place where I can go and tell my secrets to
In My Room
In My Room"
I can't remember how old I was when I moved from the downstairs bedroom in our home to the upstairs bedroom that I shared with my sister.
There were two rooms upstairs at our house.
One was the bedroom.
The other room we referred to as "the hall". The hall was the room at the top of the stairs with no doors, and it was wide open. There was a window in the room, with two storage closets on either side. The walls sloped down, and it had hard wood floors.
The stereo was in "the hall".
The current sibling assignment given to us by Inland Empire Girl was this:
Remembering a room:
Think of a room from our growing up years. It can be in one of our houses, another person's house, or a relatives house. Write about remembering that room and why it was significant to you.
Inland Empire Girl's assignment can be found here, and Raymond Pert's can be found here.
So, I did a lot of listening to record albums in the hall. Mom and Dad had a large collections of Ray Conniff albums, where I was exposed to a large variety of music from the Ray Conniff compilations.
I put on my own performances in the hall.
I created my own shows in the hall.
I dreamed of being a Broadway star in the hall.
One of the scariest moments living in my house growing up happened out the window of the hall. One night I was laying in my bedroom reading "The Amityville Horror", and there is a part in the book where a pig with red eyes looks in the window. After I put the book down and turned out the bedroom light, I was looking out the window in the hall, and all of a sudden, I saw red dots out the window.
I froze!! What is it? Could evil pigs be looking in at me and haunting my house?
Wait, I think our neighbor's have a fire place. Whew...it is the embers coming out of their chimney and falling down in front of the window.
I guess our little home in Kellogg wasn't possessed by an evil force after all.
My imagination soared in "the hall". From playing Barbie Dolls, to reading books, to writing in my diary, I did a lot of thinking and creating in that room.
It was a sanctuary.
It was a get away place to get lost in thought and place.
It was a place where I could tell my secrets to, because all little girls have secrets they must share with someone....
even if it is just a room.