Childhood Bedroom

This exercise was really facinating as i found myself going on a journey and creating a story without really thinking about it. Remembering my childhood was great especially focusing on my bedroom. It held a lot of memories both good and bad and i found it really weird that the strongest memory i had was something as small as a screw being loose on the door handle which made it wobble.
           Thinking back to the room how it was then and how i thought it was now was really easy because i still have access to the room as my sister now owns the house. This triggered a whole different set of emotions and thoughts because of the whole idea of sharing that room with my sister to her owning the entire house was incredible because we had always had that kind of sibling rivalry.

From the lesson i wrote a small monologue:

Its strange that something so small, so insignificant would be left unchanged and trigger so much. Its as if you new and you left it as a message to me. Not to forget. As if right now your standing here with me reliving the moment. Its strange, all you had to do was fix it and this memory would be gone. Along with all the memories linked to it. Its almost like a portal to your new family. Connecting the generations.