My Room, My World
...es like Hawaii, Paris, Jamaica. My favorite place was always Disney World, I would pretend that I was Mickey Mouse’ special guest and I would get to hang out with him all day long. I would sometimes turn on my radio, grab a microphone and just let loose. I remember being in concerts all over the world as a superstar. Like every young girl, I was a make believe mother with my dolls. I also played Barbies for hours. I even played GI Joes and Hot Wheels with my younger brother and older cousin. Every time I walked into my room there was a new adventure awaiting me. Nobody understood how I could possibly have fun under my bed, but I did. Nobody understood how I could play for hours and not get tired, but I did. Then I got a little older and started school, I made friends and would invite them over to my house to play. Going off to distant lands was more exciting now, because there was someone there with me imagining it right by my side. Being a superstar was much more real now. Playing dolls and Barbies was also much longer now. My best friend at times would sleep over and it would be double the fun. My room was not only about imagination and games. It was a place I could run off to when I was happy, sad, depressed, lonely, excited, or however I felt. When my family would argue and scream I would go to my room and block the sounds away. When I felt like crying for no reason at all I would go to my room and tear the night away. When I wanted to do homework or study in piece and quiet I would go to my room and it always seemed to work out for me. As I got older and my feeling started changing and becoming more important my room was also my shield from the world. As a teenager I started dating and becoming involved with boys, and boys always bring emotional problems. When I had nobody to talk to about boy problems, I would go to my room and cry, it made me feel better time after time. When I felt like I was on top of the world, I would lay spread on my bed and just laugh the day away. Everybody thought I was crazy, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. When I was depressed and ready to die, once again I would use my room as a shield to protect me from the outside world. I would lay down, cry, take a...