The bedroom was my fave place to hang out in the basement. There were boxes filled with a random collection of things - old clothes, books, some records....I loved to look through these and imagine how they were previously used.
I remember spending time in the bedroom with Lana--she was writing a novel at this time, you see. (At the tender age of 10, I think...) So she would write and I don't know what I did...probably watched her or read over her shoulder.
And now that I have a house of my own, a house that is probably as old as theirs (if not older), I sometimes get a 'whiff' of Grandma/Pa's basement smell. And it brings a smile to my face to remember the days of exploring...
Oh the novel writing! My goodness, I am SUCH a dork. I do have a friend that did the same thing, and we talked about it for the first time on Friday night and both were like,"ok, there's another person out there as weird as me!!"
ReplyDeleteI loved that little room down there too! I remember playing dolls in it. But didn't we set up your tent down there too? I remember lots of tents at Grandma's house.
Really, we set up a tent? It's very likely that we did, but I don't remember!!
ReplyDeleteAnd you were NOT a dork. Smart is what I would use to describe you.