121709 Best Spot in the World that I can no longer visit

I had the coolest bedroom spot in the world when I was a kid. Since I was the older sibling I got to chose my bedroom spot. I got the one right above the garage facing the street. What was cool and I am pretty sure the reason I picked that room was that I could open the window and be on the roof. The overhang of the roof was long due to being over the garage so it was pretty cool. My sister’s room also had access as well, but the view sucked and it was a lot shorter on her side of the house. Probably the most annoying thing was that being above the garage though, since I could hear it open and close. You would think that would bother me though, but it really didn’t. Much like to this day, I was a night owl, so when my parents went to work in the mornings I was in deep slumber.

So the the roof spot was money. I mean I had the screen and stuff on there, but I could pop it off or on in literally 3 seconds. This may also be the reason it would sometime blow off during huge storms, but sometimes that’s the price you pay for convenience. I mean having quick access was like having home field advantage. With water balloon fights, or any type of fire fight, having the higher ground is always the advantage, ’nuff said. If I wanted a good view to the fireworks or the block party, go grab a seat on my window perch. If i wanted to spy on who came to the door and listen to what they were saying, my quick roof access was the way to go. I was like a damn ninja, literally, climbing all over the roof. Sometimes my sister and I would just open both our windows and walk from one room to another using the roof as the walkway.

But the best reason that the room was the greatest was the ability to climb out onto the roof with my sleeping bag and just stare out into the horizon to gaze at the stars. If you were one of the lucky people that I chatted on the phone with back then for hours on end, then more then likely I was sitting on my roof. I think that room made me what I am today and the reason I stay up so late at night. My old room is something that you could only have as a kid though. Well without people thinking you were crazy, I mean I would literally live in that room again for the same reasons as before. I think I’m going to drive by my old house and reminisce.

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