My Old Room
As promised, in yesterday’s entry, here is my response from my journal to the prompt from yesterday - “describe your childhood bedroom.”
My old room was once a kitchen in the old house near Rockdale, NSW. Dad made us another kitchen and I was slotted into the old one, the only reminder a tap turned tight on the wall. A heavy curtain closed the open end of the kitchen until Auntie Thelma and Uncle Jack came and finished my room.
They built a wall and covered it in floral wallpaper with two recesses for photos and my collection of animals and a miniature tea set, the golden coloured one. The wall with the tap they covered with lilac and white stripes and frilled my desk with a long pink skirt. All this feminine pink and lace contrasted with the denim shorts slung on the back of my chair, the masses of books and magazines hidden beneath the lacy skirt and unfolded clothes shoved into the wardrobe.
To look at my room, sweep it with a glance, it was hard to see me there. I was not the smiling ballerina posing in the photos with my cousin in matching tutus. I was the denim shorts and skateboard under the bed, the scraped knees and collection of marbles heavy in the worn and frayed pockets of those shorts. I was the wake up at sunrise and play outside, wrestling with the dog, read out in the tree, picking mulberries and gathering them in the skirt of my new Christmas dress.
I was the lie on my stomach in the dirt with my brother playing with Matchbox cars. Tackling each other on the grass, footballs kicked high over wooden slatted fences. I wasn’t there in the porcelain puppies and the sweet tea set. They looked fine beside the untouched doll with the handmade outfit.
I played with books and words, boys and balls, climbed trees, tracked the stars from the tiny window high at the end of my bed, watched the seasons change as the world turned. I grew a little, laughed a lot. And lay awake for an eternity waiting for sleep to claim me, drag me under that black sea of dreams.
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