According to Cindy

I should remember my bedroom well. I spent a lot of time in it growing up. Especially as I entered the teen years. I stayed in there playing records (yeah, records) and reading and writing and daydreaming. I can still remember the first record player I got. I listed to Heart sing "Magic Man" over and over. Drove my parents crazy, playing it too loud. I wrote in my diary and was so paranoid someone would read it. Who would have ever thought I would be keeping a journal online one day that anyone in the world can read, if they want to? I hung up pictures of the (don't laugh) Bay City Rollers. The carpet was this crazy orange and black print.
Weird thing was, as much time as I spent in my room, I didn't sleep there much. I usually slept on the living room floor!
I was a weird kid!