My Room, personal essay

Essay by Anonymous UserJunior High, 9th gradeA+, March 1997

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        There is an old proverb which states 'When you are a child, your room is the world to you.' I believe this is a very true statement and applies to most children. In a room of his own a boy can become whatever he likes and make his surroundings fit that idea or 'theme' if you will. I have grown out of these childhood fancies, but still have an evident theme controlling this place where I spend my time.

        As one walks into my room a large black and white skin catches the eye. This tapestry reveals itself to be a skin of a zebra which I acquired through my father on our trip through Africa. Throughout the skin there are patched holes where the beast was shot. This large item is the focal point of my room and reflects my 'hobby' and passion for traveling. Turning to the right the visitor sees other from my other things from far away lands mounted on the wall.

These things range from Greek swords to an unique Tanzanian lion-hunting arrow. All of these things I acquired traveling throughout Southern Europe, Africa, and America, and each have a special meaning and value to me.

Below this array of seemingly ancient things sits the large Sony stereo system I received for my birthday this year. This hulk of machinery adds contrast to the display above it as well as giving my room high-quality sound. A turn to the left now unveils a bookshelf containing: all of my hardback books, my alarm clock, my trophies and ribbons, and most of my CD's and tapes. This storage space is really an unnecessary extra but it does help keep my room from being cluttered or messy.

Up against this same wall is my bed. This bed was...