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Describe your childhood bedroom using all five senses

It had purple carpet, because Heidi liked pink and I liked purple. My bed had a soft comforter that was just two sheets sewn together with batting between, but I loved it and kept it through college. Lee Gebhardt wrote all over his chest with lipstick and spread eagle fell on it, so it was stained forever. He loved me, but I didn't love him because of that, plus he was a grade below me. I kept my typewriter in the closet. It had a satisfying click click click and bang when I typed. I'm sure the room smelled like White Rain, because that was the only hairspray I had late elementary into junior high. I'm sure it tasted like it too, because that stuff gets in your mouth. Heidi and I had some kind of speaker system we could use to talk back and forth. I kept it on my nightstand, and when we were supposed to be going to sleep, Heidi would crackle in with some nonsense and we would giggle until we got in trouble.

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Jenn said…
Pink, mauve, and hunter green, en pointe! Funny how universal the experience is, but with different details. I loved having my own room.
December 11, 2023 at 6:04 PM
Valerie said…
Jenn I think my favorite part of yours was when you threw in the bit about Lee and the lipstick. Memories are funny. We’ve lived so much life and it’s just blowing my mind the infinite touch points we can look back on.
December 11, 2023 at 7:59 PM
Jenn said…
This all has me remembering adolescence. Alone in my room, dreamy, making collages for dream boards, figuring out how to do my hair and makeup sitting at the vanity my mom painted for me, listening to the radio and recording the good songs to a cassette tape, or following the lyrics to a song from the insert in a cassette case. It's bringing some awareness to what my kids are experiencing.
December 12, 2023 at 6:15 AM
Looking for the T[ea] said…
Feeling overwhelmed. Some good ways, some sad ways, some ways that feel lost. These make me wonder what my kids would write. How do they perceive their childhood years (and what was or wasn't theirs and why). Jenn, I love the way you recall intricate memories! A gift I do not have. Val, I can hear some of the loss and, ofc, the rebellion in your words. Love those parts of who you are and how you fight to be your true self. Love you ladies and am grateful.
December 12, 2023 at 3:23 PM
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