Home Memories

I remember the classic TV set that lay on my wooden stand in my dark, draped room. For some reason I was a huge fan of the Weather Channel; not a minute would go by where my eyes weren't glued to the meteorologist and his rather terrible forecast predictions. Something about weather just intrigued me and I always loved that fear instilled by a sever thunderstorm and the ensuing warnings all over the news. My parents even noticed my attachment to the weather and had envisioned me becoming a meteorologist. 

I was a loner during much of the day, my window was always shut, shades were shut, door was shut, and I would be in my bed staring at that TV. If I wasn't watching the Weather Channel, I was playing my retro video games like Super Mario and the occasional John Madden 1995 game. It was just something about being alone in that cozy little room right by my parents bedroom that I adored. I felt like I was in my own world, free from the horrors of the outer world; lost in contact with the current events that I loathed because of the negativity they brought. I always told my dad that I was going to create a news station called "The Gospel" when I grew up because all the news every is is bad news, and I wanted to hear about all the good news aka gospels of the day. 

Alas, we moved from that two-story home on Darnel Road when I was 13 years young, and I have missed it ever since. Sure, we live in a bigger home now, but I am more of the cozy type and not about the big, open homes. Hopefully when I buy a home, it will mirror my first childhood home.