Childhood Memories

From a very early age I can remember sharing a room with my mother. It was just her and I until I was about three years old. She had always told me I had my own bed in her room but I always seemed to end up back in bed with her. We met my what is now stepfather right around my third birthday. I celebrated it at his house with family and friends. When it came to time to open gifts I was told to go upstairs to what was gone be my bedroom. When I opened the door it wasn't just an empty bare guest bedroom anymore. It was now my room! There was brand new furniture, a Barbie doll house and a princess themed bedroom suit. I had never had a room of my own so I was very excited!
A couple years had passed and my fifth birthday was coming up. We were moving into a new house as a family. I was at school on my birthday and I remember getting picked up from school and taken to the new house. My parents had been off work that day because they were trying to move all our stuff in. I hadn't really been in the house yet so I only remember it being bare up until we got there. When I walked in, I walked straight to my room and when I opened the door it was a complete transformation from my princess theme at the old place to a crayon themed room painted red! I had a new bed which was a red bunk bed. There were blocks on the ground and giant crayon piggy banks. They had also set up some balloons and presents with cake on the little table set. We had only lived in that house for a short period of time because we had a new family member come a long and we needed more space.
So here comes moving time into our newly built house. I didn't really get a theme for this room until a later birthday, I don't remember my age so much but I was in intermediate school I think. I came home from school and I wasn't expecting a new bedroom suit because I had already opened presents. I went to my room to out them up and my parents had painted my room and gotten a new comforter for my bed. You could say it was more "grown up" like for a girl my age becoming a teenager. My room seemed to stay the same for awhile, up until I got into high school and we were moving again!
When we moved into the house I live in now, I just got a new blanket for my bed. I didn't paint, nor get new furniture. My new blanket though, you guessed it, was given to me for my birthday. My senior year I had decided to paint my room and just move the furniture around, I didn't really act on it though. I had been out of town for my eighteenth and when I got home I wanted to unpack and nap. My door was always kept shut when I was gone but this time it was open and I could smell fresh paint. I started smiling cause I knew they had done it again. I pushed my door all the way open and it was like a totally different room. It was like my third birthday all over a again! It was a totally different color, there was new furniture in a different arrangement then before. It had new sheets, blankets, and pillows! I even had a brand new flat screen hanging on the wall! It had to of been the best transformation since my third birthday getting my very own room.
This has always been something I could remember very many details about. It made a very big impact on my life at a very young age and I think that's why my parents carried on the tradition. Just writing about it brings up more details I couldn't remember before, but its something we talk about often in my family. Especially around my birthday, which is coming up next month!