My room is a place where I can relax and forget about my daily problems and worries. It is a place where I feel safe and comfortable and where I can achieve a perfect emotional stability. Although I have lived in different places where I had my own rooms, there is only one true place where my heart lives – my parents’ house. The room where I grew up and spent my best childhood years still has that dreamy atmosphere I love, so only here, I can be myself.
My parents’ house is medium-sized, with spacious rooms filled with natural light. My room is the smallest one, but it is also the most comfortable and warm. When the sun comes up early in the morning and till the late afternoon, it is filled with sunlight. As a result, the whole room looks lightweight and dreamy, which I especially like. I think that my parents chose the perfect room for a child, as I was growing in the warmth of natural light and did not have to use lamps during the day.
There are not many pieces of furniture in my room, and many of them have been bought when It was a small child. There is a bed, a table, a chair, and a chest of drawers. The floor is covered by a large white carpet that my parents bought somewhere in Scandinavia. It is warm and fluffy, and I love lying on it reading a book or watching something on my laptop. There are also two shelves on the wall where my parents and I keep books and some little memorable staff like figurines and photos.
In fact, these shelves reflect the history of my family much. My mother does not like people watching our photos and private things, so she has kept them in my room, away from prying eyes. There is one picture of my father holding a little chunky girl is his strong arms. This little girl is me, and I seem to be genuinely interested in the camera. I look totally happy, and so does my father, which makes this picture especially valuable. On another picture, I stand with my best friend Jenny in the schoolyard. We are teenagers with unshapely teenage figures and funny skirts. We hold flowers in our hands and smile in the camera shyly. This picture was taken by my father on the last day of school in 2006, and we were apparently very happy that the long summer was waiting for us. As for the books that my parents keep on the shelves, there are many classic novels, as well as detective stories that were popular when they were young. I remember trying to read some of them when I was a teenager, but they were too difficult for me. Several books are mine, like my favorite Lord of the Rings edition in three volumes, so these shelves reflect not only our family’s history but also our literary tastes.
When I was younger, I used to put posters on the walls, so my room looked totally different at that time. There were posters with singers, actresses and actors, sportsmen, and even cats, so I cannot even imagine how my parents allowed me to make such a mess with my room. I need to admit that they have never interfered and gave me enough personal space, so I have always felt that my room is a private place where I can establish my own rules. Luckily, my mother took off all the posters several years ago, and we painted the walls in a nice light blue color. As a result, the room looks less childish now, especially after my mother put several nice house plants there. I still love spending time in my room, reading a book or simply lying on the bed and doing nothing. This place is filled with dreams and memories, and it gives me confidence and a sense of stability.
This descriptive essay about my room is dedicated to a small room where the author spent her childhood. This place is a kind of a safe haven where the author can feel confident and happy, mainly because it keeps the happy memories from the childhood. The essay highlights the importance of having a private place for children and teenagers where they can establish their own rules and feel free.