Write a paragraph about 100 to 150 words on 'My favourite room.'
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MY FAVOURITE CHILDHOOD ROOM Our house was over 100 years old, with long narrow windows and a black lacquered front door, made of solid oak. When my dad stripped the lacquer off the door, it still showed the cut marks made by charcoal or a pencil that served as a guide for the original door maker. Our house was a medium brown colored two-story stucco dwelling, nestled between old elm and pine trees that sat atop a hill. In the winter if you stood at the very edge of the street, on your tipee toes, you could see Lake Calhoun at the bottom of the hill. I loved my old house. My room, located on the second floor, was shaped somewhat like a hotel suite, with a separate sitting area that boasted two windows.
I also had a painting of Minnie Mouse, given to me by my great-aunt as a Christmas present. She had painted Mickey for the boys and Minnie for the girls. Minnie was allowed to grace my bedroom walls because she wore a pretty pink dress and a great big pink bow in her ears. My room was my haven, my place to play dress-up, dance, daydream, whatever I wanted. Life was perfect in my room, except, it wasn’t pink. Begging my parents to paint or wallpaper my room pink was a task that started and ended just about every day.
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My room is a special place that I can always escape the outside world and concentrate on other important things in my life. When I ever-so-slightly twist my cool to touch brass circular door knob that is adjoined to my delicately wood-stained door I open a passage to a completely different atmosphere. This atmosphere provides a sense of comfort and stability.
When walking into my room, I am quick to notice the tingly feeling of the full plush camel colored carpet caressing my naked feet as if I were a the beach standing on the shoreline allowing the cool waves to filter through my toes. The smell of apple cinnamon sifts through my nose from the glade plug-in located in the outlet behind my door. One of first things that always stands out after walking into my room, besides the feel of the carpet and the apple cinnamon smell, are the four symmetrical country-white walls which are accented with vibrant hues and pictures of happy times gone but not forgotten. Polaroids of various high school dances, action shots of cheerleading, golf, softball and track, along with warm family photos are all arranged as a collage and enclosed in an enormous wooden oak frame. When I look at my pictures they make me feel like an estranged citizen revisiting their hometown and reminiscing about all of the wonderful times. l just love my room
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