Dusty stuffed animals

[cimsylcatac]

My mom has been after me for a very long time to "clean my room". It's not that my room is a pig pen...it's just full of stuff. Since I moved out last year, it's been hard to go and do it. I lived in that house almost my entire life, and lived in that particular room for over 10 years. It contains my entire childhood. What is so great is that it's

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Tomorrow was created yesterday

[lance_bransen]

I remember your old room. One of the last things I remember about it, I remember the exact last time I was in it. It was the weekend I came down to take Andy to a devotional out of town. Andy and Myself were in bit of a primitive state of mind that night, and you being the only female in the house at the time, we had you decide who had the larger shoulders (to which I of course won the decision) That room was truely you. I remember the stuffed animals, I remember your clock, and how in the complete darkness, its amazing just how much light it could provide and cast a faint shadow on your wall. Do you still have the Marvin the Martian Blanket? I remember visiting your room once after being gone for so long, and looking at the back of it.........I wonder if what is written on the back is still there...... I've had so many rooms in my life, at last count, I think its been 14 or 15, but when I think of each of them, I can remember precise periods of time in my life. It makes me feel good....knowing that you cried while taking it down....