Describe your childhood bedroom. What was the view from your window?
I really wish there were a definition for the word "childhood". Does it mean ten and under or is it inclusive of the "tween" years up to age thirteen? Why my concern over meaning? It makes a large difference in my descriptive memory of things.
By the time I was ten years old I had already had five childhood bedrooms! My dad was a United Methodist preacher so we moved around a lot during the 1960s. Then in 1970 the Global Board of Ministry decided that maybe it would be better (you think!?) to leave their preachers in the same location for more then three years or at least long enough to implement some of the ideas it took them the first two years there to develop! So our church's average pastorate went from 2 to 3 years to 5 to 7 years! I honestly don't remember much about those first five bedrooms. I do remember that in the house we lived in from 1967 to 1970 there were only three bedrooms. Since there were three kids my sister and I shared a bedroom. It's the only time I remember sharing a room.
The bedroom I do remember is the room I had from 1970 to 1977. It was in the parsonage that I learned to call home. I remember my dad spending hours with this giant wallpaper steamer peeling years upon years worth of old wallpaper off so he could paint it "thistle purple". It was inthe back of the house looking out on the back yard.
I had two windows in my room...one looked directly into the back yard which as home not only to my pure white dwarf bunny and obnoxious rooster but to dozens of squirrels, chipmunks, wild rabbits, and even an occasional raccoon! There are two things I remember most about that back yard...one was the town water tower that was right beside it. Most of the time it wasn't anything more then there, but if we got a real downpour it would overfill and literally send sheets of water flooding down from it.
The other thing I remember is the original steps going out the back door. The second day we lived there my mama told me to go out and call dad in from one of the flower beds for lunch. When I went out the door it was an immediate step down and I fell out into our garbage can. I broke my ankle and spent my first six weeks in the new town on crutches! My dad built new steps that night after coming home from the ER! lol I remembered to be careful of steps every time I looked out my back window!
Out the other window was a deserted lot that someone had got the brainstorm of planting wild bamboo in. Apparently they didn't research it well enough to learn that left un-pruned it would grow to be 15+ feet high! It was like a jungle with a shortcut path in it that my daddy kept cleared for us to go to the post office on the other street over!