Home Sweet Home-Day #11

I’m a little behind, and a little out of order. We are going with it, baby..just going with it! Today’s assignment? Write about the home you lived in when you were twelve.

 

My home when I was twelve was the same one that I lived in when I was 7, and when I was 18.  Clearly, we didn’t move around much. We lived in that 4 bedroom townhouse for what seemed like forever.  I distinctly remember when we moved in, placing my pink sneakers in one of the bedroom closets. I was only 5.

By the time I was 12, my oldest sister had already moved out, and my grandpa moved in.  My mom put him in the spare room. Which was nice, but didn’t last long.  Poor guy pissed my mom off one too many times. I think that room ended up with guinea pigs? Model train set?  Both of those things were in my home at some point. WAIT!!  I think my mom ended up in that room. I think she pissed my dad off one too many times!  Seriously, that room ended up hers!

The townhouses I believe were blue and tan. Like all of the apartments on one street were blue and all of them on the other street were tan. Ridiculous!   They had numerous face lifts over the years. They started off this horrible dark brown. In the end, and until this day they are all tan. The inside was nice; wall to wall carpet, 1.5 baths, spare room on the bottom floor. We just got cable. Simmer down Generation Z!!  It was only 1985. Not a whole lot of people had cable at that time. And GASP!  It only had like 45 channels!

My best friend at the time slept over almost every weekend.  I made sure my tiny room had room for her!  All we talked about was Duran Duran.  I loved loved loved John Taylor and she loved loved loved Nick Rhodes.  My bedroom walls were covered with posters from Tiger Beat or Bop.  I would have kicked my ass if I were my mom.  But she was a much cooler mom than me.

The complex itself had 4 playgrounds, but no pool.  I would complain to my mom about that. Every. Single. Summer. And certainly, by the time I was 12, what the hell would I do with the playgrounds?  OH YEAH..all the kids I babysat liked those playgrounds.

So there you have it.  My home when I was 12.  Tan, 4 bedrooms, cable and one bedroom covered in Duran Duran.  Doesn’t get much better than that.

6 thoughts on “Home Sweet Home-Day #11

  1. Kat June 17, 2014 / 2:06 am

    I got a kick out of reading about your 12 year old home. You are a few years younger than me so I felt like it was something my younger sister would say!

    • autumnsmom14 June 17, 2014 / 2:16 am

      Thanks! Back in the day, right?! No one had cable, and everyone stayed out until the street lights came on!

      • Kat June 17, 2014 / 1:31 pm

        Yup! And boy, was it a big deal when we got cable! 🙂

  2. Cielo June 17, 2014 / 3:33 am

    Short n sweet. Loved it!

  3. amforte66 June 17, 2014 / 9:53 am

    Fun memories! I saw Duran Duran in concert and loved Tiger Beat, too! 🙂

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