What did your childhood bedroom look like?
We moved around so much that I never really had a bedroom for more than maybe a year and a half, two years at a time. (To new and newish readers, I moved 23 times during the first 25 years of my life; I don’t really love the house I live in now but I’m too tired to move any more!)
My first room in Bayport I shared with Toni, who moved soon after down to Key West. It was a large room, but mostly her stuff; I was in a small bed in the corner under one window, behind some bookshelves. The decor, I guess you could say, was “early hippie.” Later I shared that room with my stepsister, and it was decorated in “books and Weeble Wobbles.” Thus began a decorating theme that would last for the next four or five years, my room being decorated with books and toys. That ended until Dad and I moved to Ormond Beach, where my bedroom was also the living room (so was then decorated… like a living room). It was a studio apartment and my dad slept on the bed in one corner, and I slept on a fold-out couch in the other corner. After we moved back to Gainesville and I had my own room again. PARADISE. And again, decorated in books.
A Day in the Life
Maker of thrown, hand-built, and slipcast ceramics; dyer and spinner of yarn; writer of science fiction; watcher of people and nature.