I wasn't that messy of a kid, maybe because I was an action figure collector and had a tidy mom. My room growing up looked like a Star Wars/Rock n roll Museum...or at least that's what people told me. I often wished I could rig the Star Wars sound track to start whenever someone entered my room. For most of my life I have been obsessed with music and Star Wars. Once I got into rock n roll I found where I felt I belonged. My room growing up was painted light blue with shelves and display cases showcasing my beloved Star Wars collection. I've always been a big fan of collages, and nearly covered my mirrors with rock pictures.
My room really was a sacred place growing up, just as it is for most. I was grateful I didn't have to share it and I could mostly decorate how I want. When I was young my room had a Little Mermaid theme with the wall cutouts and bed spread. Pictures of Ariel gradually turned into Alanis Morissette, and then Alanis graduated to Joan and Janis. The posters and cut outs on my wall reflected this. When you're young you have a lot of ideas and fantasies about how grown up life will be. For me a lot of what it was was unrealistic expectations (but that's growing up for ya). I laugh about it now because my apartment is essentially an extension of my bedroom. I barely have adult furniture and my walls have posters taped not framed on my walls. This is apparently a huge adult faux pas. I have my Star Wars figures set up on a VHS style display shelf and Christmas lights dangled above the sink.
A few things about my place feel "adult": like my fancy stainless steel fridge that dispenses water and ice. And yet I still go to the faucet for water. It's nice to keep things a certain way in a whole house versus just one bedroom. I don't think parents quite realize how important it is for kids to have their own space. I know that sometimes this just can't happen because you gotta share a room. But private time and space is more important than parents seem to remember. In my room was where I did all my day and night dreaming. That's where I hid, thought and created. When you are a kid, all you know is the family, the life and home you have. Your world is a lot smaller, but really magical.
My room really was a sacred place growing up, just as it is for most. I was grateful I didn't have to share it and I could mostly decorate how I want. When I was young my room had a Little Mermaid theme with the wall cutouts and bed spread. Pictures of Ariel gradually turned into Alanis Morissette, and then Alanis graduated to Joan and Janis. The posters and cut outs on my wall reflected this. When you're young you have a lot of ideas and fantasies about how grown up life will be. For me a lot of what it was was unrealistic expectations (but that's growing up for ya). I laugh about it now because my apartment is essentially an extension of my bedroom. I barely have adult furniture and my walls have posters taped not framed on my walls. This is apparently a huge adult faux pas. I have my Star Wars figures set up on a VHS style display shelf and Christmas lights dangled above the sink.
A few things about my place feel "adult": like my fancy stainless steel fridge that dispenses water and ice. And yet I still go to the faucet for water. It's nice to keep things a certain way in a whole house versus just one bedroom. I don't think parents quite realize how important it is for kids to have their own space. I know that sometimes this just can't happen because you gotta share a room. But private time and space is more important than parents seem to remember. In my room was where I did all my day and night dreaming. That's where I hid, thought and created. When you are a kid, all you know is the family, the life and home you have. Your world is a lot smaller, but really magical.
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| Malin Dansk's bedroom in Gavle Sweden |
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