Bedroom memories.
I found these pictures in my parent’s garage last week. There are two separate bedrooms pictured here over several years. As a pre-teen/teenager, I was proud that my room was the preferred hang-out spot for my friends and I. We would spend hours on the floor just being together, talking, laughing, and sharing secrets. Having a place that my friends felt comfortable in was important to me and I valued my room as a social space as much as I valued it as my private space.
















