Memories...

Remembering when I lived I the attic.  A facebook group asked what our favorite book was, that got us through hard times. Interesting question. The first book I thought of was I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith. When I thought about how crazy it was to sleep up there (wonderful in a lot of ways) I would remember that book, thinking that they lived in a cold old castle and it was crazier than my attic. And it all worked out in the end, not as expected.

Another book was The Little Princess. She lived in an attic too. And The Little Lame Prince.... ummm.... seeing a pattern here. 

Growing up, I always felt like I was in the way. So it felt good to sleep in that out of the way attic. Like that's where I ought to be. It was cozy, really. I loved it when it rained, because the bed was only a couple feet from the roof, way in the corner where the roof sloped down. It sounds like an odd arrangement, but with foster kids, I just wanted to be alone and not have to share a room.

So now I'll try to sleep and remember what it was like, up in the attic.