In mommy's house, there's a backroom called The Red Room, This room got its name from when I was a child, and mommy and papa were re-carpeting the whole house and decided to let me pick out the color that I wanted for 1 of the rooms. I was 5 years old at the time, and of course, I picked out a blood-red carpet. It was my favorite color and still is today.
I remember the look of surprise on mommy's face at such an unexpected loud color. She then said, "well we said she could pick out one of the colors," they all then laughed, and shook their heads. Other than that, I don't remember them ever trying to change my mind on the subject. Instead, they just put it in one of the back rooms.
After the carpet was put down we then hung up big, heavy, beautiful, red and black paisley print colored curtains with the bedspread to match, and decorated it in a Raggedy Ann and Andy theme, and we all started referring to it as the red room. The furniture in it was all done in oak wood. It was a magical fairy tale room for me, even the doorknob was magical with its glass door handle, which I always referred to as a diamond. It was truly a beautiful room and still is today, and where the room hasn't been used much, the carpet is still good as new.
I never will forget that and I never will forget how excited I was about the new carpet and how big and important it made me feel to be included in the decision-making, even if for just a small part. That room, even though little used as it was, became and still is my favorite room in the house, and one of the fondest memories of my childhood.
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