All my life I have shared a bedroom with my older sister Tasia. I had to share a bedroom 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 point, my sister and I had to share a room, so my brother could have his own room. After ten long years I was in middle school, and I was still in the same room with my older sister. I needed my own room. I always complained to my grandmother about how a fifteen year old had to have her own bedroom. Eventually, my mother moved to Fayetteville, NC from Long Island, New York, so my brother moved in with my mother and I finally had my own room. It felt like one of the best days of my life. The smell of my room makes me think of spring when all the flowers are blooming. I lie down, close my eyes and daydream about places I'd like to see or think about 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...