I wonder if tiny newborns and toddlers remember how their rooms were decorated after they are all grown up? While I do not think they did, I wish they had. Rooms originally decorated for a baby will make a lasting and memorable impression on a preteen if they are put in that room, I know from experience. This is how my bedroom looked at the age of twelve, and all the way to when I was fifteen. Just a few months before my sixteenth birthday, we made the move at last. At that time During the year following 1963. If your parents were not willing to re-decorate your room it doesn't matter how much you beg, sulk, or though tantrums it will not happen, at least that was the way in my family.
The room was decorated for a small boy sometime around World War II, I had the privilege of living in this room for three long years and seven months. Just like hospital rooms, green paint was used. Along one wall (most likely the location of the infant's crib, I shuddered always to think), the design of the peeling border was an old and faded locomotive motif. The train conductors cap had annoying French words on it that I knew by heart. They always popped up in my mind in French class, at school. My desk had to be placed in the corner of the room as a result of the rooms design. (a desk is about the size of a baby's crib). As I did my homework, I was forced to gaze at the flaking beige locomotive while its conductor smiled at me from the train car. He had a red kerchief tied round his throat and wore some kind of striped blue uniform. Is it possible that brat can remember the room as clear as I do? Once again, I do not think so.
The window frames of the two large windows in the room were painted red - a horrible, orange-red that clashed with the sickly green walls. But they did match the curtains. I will always be thankful that those curtains were so faded, and even ripped in a couple of places, that I didn't have to live with them for very long. They were made of a red cotton fabric with a print design of little boy figures all wearing blue sailor suits and knee-high white socks and running behind some kind of wheel, holding a stick I don't know the name if that toy. I hope they made the baby boy in his crib smile or fall asleep right away or something because the little boys were also all grinning as madly as the train-conductor. They made ME want to slap them.
I came home one afternoon and the curtains were gone. Surprisingly they were thrown out by my mother. She had them replaced with curtains that werent ripped or faded. I believe the material consisted of green and white stripes I remember the first set of curtains in the baby room better than I remember their replacements.
When I had my own children years ago, I did not decorate their rooms. I waited until they were old enough to tell me how they would like the room to look, which didnt work out too well either because my two sons shared a room. However I listened to them anyway. The six year wanted bright red walls the colors of his favorite soccer club. He got one bright red wall, by his bed. The boy, 11, asked for orange walls decorated with posters of professional basketball players. I think it may be the Utah Jazz.. He received an orange-colored wall and poster pictures. The two remaining walls remained in their original color white. It was probably the most hideous rooms I had ever seen, but my sons were happy and they werent embarrassed to have their friends come over. - 16492
The room was decorated for a small boy sometime around World War II, I had the privilege of living in this room for three long years and seven months. Just like hospital rooms, green paint was used. Along one wall (most likely the location of the infant's crib, I shuddered always to think), the design of the peeling border was an old and faded locomotive motif. The train conductors cap had annoying French words on it that I knew by heart. They always popped up in my mind in French class, at school. My desk had to be placed in the corner of the room as a result of the rooms design. (a desk is about the size of a baby's crib). As I did my homework, I was forced to gaze at the flaking beige locomotive while its conductor smiled at me from the train car. He had a red kerchief tied round his throat and wore some kind of striped blue uniform. Is it possible that brat can remember the room as clear as I do? Once again, I do not think so.
The window frames of the two large windows in the room were painted red - a horrible, orange-red that clashed with the sickly green walls. But they did match the curtains. I will always be thankful that those curtains were so faded, and even ripped in a couple of places, that I didn't have to live with them for very long. They were made of a red cotton fabric with a print design of little boy figures all wearing blue sailor suits and knee-high white socks and running behind some kind of wheel, holding a stick I don't know the name if that toy. I hope they made the baby boy in his crib smile or fall asleep right away or something because the little boys were also all grinning as madly as the train-conductor. They made ME want to slap them.
I came home one afternoon and the curtains were gone. Surprisingly they were thrown out by my mother. She had them replaced with curtains that werent ripped or faded. I believe the material consisted of green and white stripes I remember the first set of curtains in the baby room better than I remember their replacements.
When I had my own children years ago, I did not decorate their rooms. I waited until they were old enough to tell me how they would like the room to look, which didnt work out too well either because my two sons shared a room. However I listened to them anyway. The six year wanted bright red walls the colors of his favorite soccer club. He got one bright red wall, by his bed. The boy, 11, asked for orange walls decorated with posters of professional basketball players. I think it may be the Utah Jazz.. He received an orange-colored wall and poster pictures. The two remaining walls remained in their original color white. It was probably the most hideous rooms I had ever seen, but my sons were happy and they werent embarrassed to have their friends come over. - 16492
