I kinda like my privacy. Actually, I really like my privacy. Growing up, I spent a lot of time down in my basement room just thinking or reading or who knows what. I really liked having my own little domain. I remember being so excited when my dad finished the basement and I got to have my own bedroom. I loved my own space and I especially liked decorating and re-decorating it and re-arranging my furniture every couple of months. I loved it down there. For a basement room, it was actually bright and sunny and nobody really bothered me down there. One spring, I got sick of the shrubs outside my window and ripped them all out. After that, I always planted Geraniums out my window. I loved looking at them. Kelli's room was right next door, but she was really scared of the basement pretty much the entire time she lived at home, so it was often just me in the basement. I liked that.
When my kids are all demanding - I mean politely requesting - my attention at the same time, I really miss my old room and the quiet of it. I could really use a place like it some days.
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Give me some credit--I really think I outgrew my irrational fear of the basement by the time I was 15 or 16! I remember when we were little and I'd pester you unceasingly to play all.the.time.--you used to say you wanted to be "lonely." I'd get so frustrated!!
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