Changing Places

When I was seven years old I used to have the coolest room in the world for me, because I had all my toys and all my special things in it also the most important thing all my memories of being a kid were there. One day my mom decided to redecorate my room and my sister´s room and my sisters agreed with my mom because they said they needed some modernism in their rooms. While they were talking about what to do I was very sad because that was my room that was the place where I used to bother all the day, play with all my toys were there were I leaved them, so I told my mom I didn’t wanted to change my room. My room was perfect with all that huge blue walls and my TV hanging on it, all my toys thrown on the floor and my furniture filled up with Pokémon toys all over them, also I can remember my SEGA waiting for me every day for me so when I came back from school I could play it.

I couldn’t believe what my mom wanted to do with all my things, my special things. I can remember when I told my mom I didn’t wanted a new room I was fine with my old one and my mom just looked at me as if she could feel my sadness and told me “You are growing up, so you need a grown kid room”. I had to accept with those words because it was true I was growing up and I had to leave my kid thing in the past. I think in that case I couldn’t do anything I was just seven years old so it was very sad to deal with the true that everything was going to change. The next day that my mom told us that we went to Kalea to see new furniture, I was going with the hope that no one find the perfect furniture for my room, I was with dream of getting home and live everything as perfect as it was. My hopes didn’t worked out because their it was “the perfect room furniture” I didn’t wanted it actually but I just said yes I want it so I could suffer less.

The big and horrible day came, the day when my infancy as I knew it will change forever and my little secret base (my room) will never be the same as I wanted it to be. I stood next the door to watch it for the last time and I felt very sad and I couldn’t express that sad feeling and that depressing feeling. I can remember that my stomach ached a lot and I was in shock I could say. All day at school I just thought on how my room will look, will I adapt quickly, will my life will be different, and most important will I feel the same feeling I had in my old room. I was devastated that day I know I wasn’t a grown man, I even wasn’t a mature one but I still had feelings about my things. People may say that is a stupid thought to have feelings to a material thing but I don’t think that is stupid because those things made my infancy a special part of my life and I am very glad to have it.

After school I was not anxious to see how everything changed because I knew how it would look like, different. I just wanted to get home and see that not a single thing would be the same just the room will be at the same spot in my house. The first thing I did when I opened my house´s door was throw all my school things away and ran as fast as I could to my room, when I saw how everything changes I felt like if my stomach was going to explode. My room was not cool as my older one, it was more like my mom wanted to see it not me. Like everything in life you have to adapt to changes and hopefully I could adapt to it some years later, even though I wanted my old secret base back.