In middle school and high school, I wanted a red, black, and white bedroom. Instead, I was stuck with flowery peach colored wall paper. I survived, but I vowed to let my children pick the colors they want their rooms to be. And so far, I’ve stuck to my vow.
Day 16 of your stories: your room.
What did you room look like when growing up? What did your dorm room look like? Do you love your hate your bedroom now? Write about your room.