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My First BedroomAll my life I had shared a bedroom with my siblings. First, I had to share a bedroom with my brother, because we lived in a two-bedroom apartment. A few years later my sister was born. By then, we have moved into a three-bedroom apartment, so my brother got his own room and I had to share with my little sister. Nine years later the last member of the family was born, another kid sister. Therefore, I stop up with two roommates. I wanted my own bedroom so bad that I was always complaining to my parents about how 15 years obsolescent girls should have their own bedroom. Finally, we all moved into a five-bedroom house, and I finally got my own room.If I close my eyes, I can still remember every detail of my bedroom. My bedroom was in the shape of a perfect little square. The door was in the left side of the room facing the windowpane. Looking in the bedroom from the door, I see my bed placed against the wall in the right side of the room, with my mirror drawer facing t he bed, leaving the window in between them. My closet was behind the opened door, which was very small. I did not like having too many things in my room it was later that I added a desk to hold my television and radio. I placed the desk against the wall in front of the bed. My mother used to put light colored curtains on the window because I loved the way the sun shined through them and it added more meaning into the room. The smell of Sunflowers burden always takes me back to my first bedroom. I used to wear that perfume all the time because it blended right in with the settings of the room. Every morning I used to open the window and immediately smelled the pear tree block off my window with its leaves. Felling the breeze of the tree through my window was very relaxing. I used to spend a long time sitting by the window looking down at the neighbors kids running around.