Memory Day: Snapshots

This picture was taken 32 years ago, in the summer of 1991.

We had finally relegated the trundle bed under my main bed to the trash bin, opening up a vast expanse for storage in my tiny childhood bedroom. I positioned crates full of Lego sets along the outer edge of the bed and draped the quilt over them, leaving a small BU-sized hole to crawl into. Under the bed became my secret area where I hung out when I didn't want to be bothered by my sister. I would chew two pieces of grape Bubble Yum, play the Dances with Wolves soundtrack on my boom box, and read the novel, Dances With Wolves next to a small reading light. (When the soundtrack ended, I would flip the tape over to Handel's Water Music).

The bed is now Maia's. The quilt is still in my house today, covering the cat hair on the basement couch (Maia says the flower blooms look like Gloomholes from Zelda). The dresser made its way up to my sister's house in Rhode Island.