1. I had a good sized room when I was a kid. It had a big closet with the double sliding doors. When I was around 11 years old, the inspiration to maximize my space came to me. Naturally, the best way to do that was to sleep in the closet. It was basically the size of a twin bed in width, and the length would more than accomodate me. For bedding I laid a couple of sleeping bags on the floor. It must have been spring because the weather was decent, but I remember my mom waking me up in the closet for school. I recall having visions of building some sort of sleeping loft in there. While my mother didn't mind where I slept, so long as it was in my own room, I don't think she bought into the building aspect of it. My forte was ideas, not necessarily execution, so the loft part fell by the way side.
Also, I had a thing with outer space when I was a kid. Sleeping in a closet felt like a tight space, and tight spaces felt like rocket ships? Pretty sure that's how it went.
After a few weeks, sleeping in the closet shed its novelty. It just wasn't practical. I was an 11 year old with a double bed and a large room. Where I come from, that's nothing to sneeze at. The sleeping bags were wearing thin, and my young back started to ache. Experiment abandoned.
2. Speaking of outer space. I had a ton of junk jewelry. Stuff no one wanted and tossed my way. While I did it every once in a while, I wasn't a big player of dress-up, so a large collection of tacky bobbles just wasn't necessary. One day I got bored and cut the necklaces up. I kept all the beads. Flashy sparkly chunky beads. When I was on my own in my room, which was often, I'd pretend my room was floating in space and the beads were actually space food. A friend spent the night once and I tried to introduce this fantasy game to her. She really couldn't fathom the excitement space travel had to offer, let alone the thrill of eating food you'd never eat on Earth. After that, I stuck to playing space room on my own.
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