I Can't Believe They Said Yes!

Sharing a room was inevitable as the first-born of four kids. But when I was twelve, I devised a plan to convince my parents that I needed my own room. I had it all planned out: I had my reasons clearly defined; I had a plan in place. But when I presented my argument, my parents totally surprised me!

I'm so happy for my 12-year-old self! If you've been with me for a while, you may recall and entry or two where I lament having to share a room with my little sister, Megann. We had a hard time getting along as kids, and so sharing a room was pretty tricky. So the summer between 6th and 7th grade I crafted a plan to get my own room. Like I mention in the video above, I would rather sleep in a hammock in our hundred-year-old house's dank and dingy basement than spend another night sharing a room with my little sister. I remember going down there and envisioning it all. Dampness be damned, the basement would be better than what I was suffering with now.

I'm shocked that my parents agreed to it so quickly. And they didn't make me sleep in the basement! They agreed to give me the bonus room downstairs as a bedroom instead. It had been the family's office/playroom for years and meant shifting a bunch of stuff around, but it was the best we could do. The funny thing is that the room was right in the midst of the family's common space, so it was actually less private than my current room (or the basement). Maybe that was the deciding factor: if I was going to need to have those "private" phone conversations, perhaps this way an ear could easily be pressed to the door to make sure everything was copacetic.

If I was aware of that, I didn't care or mind. I was finally getting my own room and I was ready for it!

For today's prompt, did you have to share a room with a sibling as a kid? If so, what was it like? Did you ever get your own room? Be sure to sign in to share what your sleeping situation was like growing up!