All my life I shared a room with my older sister Tasia. I had to share a room with my sister, because we lived with my grandmother. A few years later, my brother moved from Long Island, New York, to Hope Mills, North Carolina. At that time, my sister and I had to share a room, so my brother could have his own room. Ten long years later, in middle school, I was still in the same room as my older sister. I needed my own room. I always complained to my grandmother that a fifteen year old girl should have her own room. Eventually my mother moved from Long Island, New York to Fayetteville, North Carolina, so my brother moved in with my mother and I eventually got my own room. It seemed like one of the happiest days of my life. The smell of my room makes me think of spring when all the flowers are blooming. Lie down, close my eyes and dream of places I would like to see or think of things that make me happy. My room is my sanctuary. When I think of my childhood bedroom as my special place, because it describes so many aspects of my life. When I...