Week #19 – Bedroom – Describe your childhood bedroom. What furniture did it contain? Were there curtains, wallpaper or paint? Was it messy or clean? Did you share a room with your siblings?
Stacy Doran and me in my bedroom
I was extremely fortunate to have my very own bedroom my entire childhood and throughout my teen years. The first time I had to share anything with anybody was when I got to college in 1995 in the dorms at Manzanita Hall at Arizona State University.
There is only one known picture of my childhood bedroom, and you’re looking at it. This is my friend Stacy Doran and me in 1989, sitting on my free wave waterbed. I have no idea what I’m holding in my lap, but you can see my Commodore-64 on the dresser and its floppy drive reader underneath it. That sure brings back some memories!
My bedroom was located in the southeast corner of our home at 2011 California Avenue in Bridgeport, Michigan. I lived there from the time I was born until we moved to Saginaw in 1991 when I was 13 years old.
My room was fairly small although I didn’t know it. I’d say it was about 9′x11′ or so. I had a single door closet against the west wall, and that red and white dresser against the south wall. I had two windows, one on the south wall to the right of that dresser, and one on the east wall above the bed.
My parents allowed me to pick the paint, wallpaper and curtains for my room when I was around 5 or 6 years old, I believe. You can see the pink paint in the picture – bubble gum pink – and the curtains matched perfectly. The west wall that had the closet was covered in wallpaper. The pattern was an ivory or cream satin shiny texture with large pastel pink and yellow flowers with pale green leaves. I was so very excited to be allowed to pick out my own colors and curtains and wallpaper. It was possibly one of the most exciting things I did in my childhood. I remember watching the paint go on the walls and I couldn’t believe I was allowed to pick the color! Pink was my favorite color, by far.
Property Map - 2011 California Avenue, Bridgeport, Michigan
I started out with a regular twin bed for my first few years. I remember hiding naked Barbie dolls and other toys underneath it when the neighbor boy came over to play with me. For a while when I was very young, my parents got me a bed tent for Christmas and I had it set up on top of the bed. I think it might have been Barbie or perhaps something to do with Princesses. It was a simple one-person “tent” with crossed plastic poles that you could climb inside and sleep in. My sister had a four-poster bed with purple lace canopy and lace comforter that I was always jealous of, but I loved my bed tent. When I got a little older, my best friend Jennifer Strachan and I would use sheets to make a giant tent spreading from the bed to the closet door to the dresser drawer, and “camp out” on the floor of my bedroom. For some reason, I used to love being inside of “tents” in my bedroom when I was little. I never liked it outside or anywhere else – just in the safety of my own space.
One time, on a trip to Indiana, I accidentally slipped down the stairs at my Aunt Colleen’s house and got the wind knocked out of me. DaD carried me up to Aunt Colleen’s bedroom and put me on her bed to rest. Aunt Colleen had a waterbed, and it was the most comfortable thing I had ever layed on. I must have begged and begged from that day forward. My parents actually bought me a waterbed! Not just any waterbed though – a “super single free wave” waterbed. It was small one, about the size of a twin bed but longer, and it was totally free form from a waves perspective. There were beds that were listed as a semi-wave all the way down to motionless, but my waterbed had almost no reduction of movement. I LOVED MY WATERBED. I would sit for hours and just move around on it so it sloshed and flung my limbs around. It was warm, too – I kept it at about 90 degrees, as high as the temperature setting would go. It was so comfortable!
My room was always a total and complete disaster. My DaD actually took a snow shovel to my room one time and dumped all my toys into a garbage bin and made me haul it out to the curb. I had so many toys and gadgets and things that I never put away and I certainly never organized any of it. I don’t remember having any place in my room to store any of it, so that could possibly have been part of the problem although I have no other pictures to prove it… Maybe I was just lazy. That’s probably more accurate, anyway. I Hated cleaning my room. That’s Hated, with a capital H. I would slack around the house whining loudly about how BORED I was and how I had NOTHING TO DO and my DaD would tell me to clean my room, and I’d groan and sit back down in front of the television.
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