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I've never really had 'the best day ever', at least not yet. However I do remeber a specific special day, the day my sister and I got our new room.
In 2008 my sister and I shared a small room with each other, we had an attic but it wasn't suitable to sleep in, there weren't any walls and the floors were dirty and it just didn't look nice. Instead, we just shared had a small room with a tv, bed, and drawer.
On one of the days before Christmas, I don't remember which one but I remember it being a few days before then, my dad and some of his friends spent hours in the attic. I remember hearing drills and other sorts of tools. At one point a huge box for a toy kitchen fell down the stairs. Being my nosy self I went to see what it was but they took it back upstairs as quickly as it came down.
My sister and I were clueless, maybe more me than her. So on the day of Christmas they brought us to the attic and it was filled with toys. We were too spoiled.
There were many different colors on the wall; pink, purple, blue, a bit of orange, and yellow. As crazy as those colors sound they fit the room perfectly and don't look as miss-matched as one would assume.
On the left side of the staircase there was a play kitchen, shop, chairs, a table, a standing chalk and dry erase board, a drum set, too much to even remember. The center of the new room had two black sofas, which converted to beds and they were facing a tv. I don't exactly remmeber what took up the f ar right of the attic.
The weird part was that was just our play room, we still slept on the main floor in our small room. However, eventually we moved upstairs because my brother was born. Since the passing years we've gotten rid of the toys, and my sister and I split the room but share the middle.
This was one of my favorite days because that day I got a new room, a way more spacious one, and because that's where I spend most of my life holed up, plus it's nice and comfy.
That sounds like a pretty awesome day to me.
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