I had my own room but, slept in my moms room for years!

I didn't get my own room until the older kids grew up and moved out. I didn't like it, had no one to talk to late at night.

My sister and I shared a room. We had bunk beds, being older, she got the top bunk. It was great for me. If I woke up from having a nightmare, I'd push on the bottom of her mattress above me, waking her up. "Di, I'm scared, I had a nightmare." She'd wake up enough to tell me I was okay and to go back to sleep. And I would! It was not so great for her. Sometimes I'd sing about how it was my room too! I'm sure there were times she wanted to kill me. When I got a little older I insisted that we should alternate weeks for who got to sleep on the top bunk. But after having bad dreams almost the whole week I slept up there, we went back to the original arrangements.

Yep.

No. My older sister and I shared a room. We each slept in a twin bed. I got to have the room to myself when she went away to college!

Until I was 15, my sis and I shared a bed, and our 10 yr. old brother slept on a cot =same room. Then my folks bought a house with 3 bedrooms - one for the girls, one for the boys. We thought that was great!

My older sister and I shared bunk beds, I was on top. To this day we are as close as twins. There were seven children in the family and we and are still very close. They're my best friends.

Nope. My parents pretty much built the house around us as we were growing up. Though it was eventually a 4 bedroom home, my sister and I shared a room until my last year of high school. It seemed 1 "bedroom" or another was always under construction before that.

Yes and no. I shared a room with my sister until I was in third grade, whatever age that is. Then our oldest sister got married and vacated her room. I'm sure I was the pesky little sister, as she is six years older.

I hardly remember when I was really young what we did, I only remember having my own bedroom. Once my sister came back home after getting a divorce but she got the sewing room to sleep in. Though we had a large family, we were really spread out in age so by the time I was old enough to remember, everyone was already out of the house. I was the baby, and 8 years younger than the next oldest sister. It was like I was an only child really.

I was an only child, so yes, I had my own room.

I always had my own room. I was the oldest and the only girl out of 6. Sometimes my brothers shared rooms dormitory style with bunks depending on where we lived. My room was always the smallest but it was all mine! I don't know how a family of 8 ever managed with one bathroom...

We grew up in a large brick and stucco Tudor style house with 4 bedrooms. We were a family of six, so my younger sister and I shared a bedroom with twin beds. When our older sister married, I moved into her room next to ours in my teens.

My sister ( 4 years older) and I shared a bed until the day she got married.

My two sisters and I shared a room. Brother had his own room. When he moved out, oldest sister took his room. Then when she moved out we each had our own room for a while.

We then moved! Back to sharing a room.

Yep as an only child, I had a big room and a big bed.

I was an only child too, so yes, I had my own room.

When it was just us three older girls, the older sister had her own room while my younger sister and I shared. When my second younger sister came along, dad who was in the Navy, brought home 2 sets of bunk beds from an old ships barracks so the baby could have my older sisters room and she could move in with us. Then when the last of five was born and the two babies were sharing my parents added 2 bdrms and another bath to the house at which time the three older of us girls got our own rooms. Dad was pretty creative and helped us to decorate them however we wanted and they turned out beautiful. I was almost a teenager by then so needless to say, I loved it. The house is still in the family too. Good memories.

Shared a room with my younger brother until I went away to college. Then I shared a room there, too.

I shared with siblings until we moved to a larger house. I was around 10, and convinced Mom to let me sleep in the tiny spare room she'd planned to use for storage. Finally, no sister to wake me up early. And Mom painted it my favorite color: purple! Well, pale lavender, but it was pretty.

In our house, bedrooms held only bed, dresser, and night table. We'd do homework in the kitchen, and play, read or watch tv in the family room. Eventually I scored a small radio for my nightstand -- I'd quietly enjoy my favorite subversive college station way into the night.

Thirty years later, when Mom decided to stop fighting her cancer and come home to die, she chose that room to lie in. The little oak she'd planted on the front lawn had grown tall and it was lovely to open the window and see the blue sky through its green leaves. Bittersweet memories of that room.

nickel_kg, I recently lost my mom, so I share your feelings.

Also, similar to nickel's experience, when I was 11, I asked my mother to give up her sewing room so I could get away from my two younger sisters. It was in the basement, away from everyone upstairs. My mother later said that she thought I was very brave to sleep so far away from the family. I don't recall the color we painted the walls, but it was so nice to be able to have my own stuff, without worrying about the younger girls sifting through it.

By the time I turned 14, my parents had built a five bedroom home, so that my brother, two sisters, and I, could each have our own small room. We girls all had twin beds, but somehow my brother always ended up with the extra full-size bed.

My parents then had another boy, who shared their bedroom until I moved out when I was 20. He now owns the house, and his kids sleep in our old rooms.

((mama goose))

In the 50's, my family of 4 lived in a 3 room apartment until I was 12. My brother and I slept in the living room in twin beds made up to look like daybeds. It was very difficult to find a 2-3 bedroom apartment in those days. I remember going with my mother from building to building speaking with the super about the possibility of a vacancy or getting on a list. Finally, we moved to an apartment called a junior 4. My room was the L off the living room. My brother slept on a pullout couch in the living room. My brother and I got our own rooms - me at 15 , brother at 13, when we moved to a 3 bedroom apartment in a two family house. We had our own rooms from then on, but in different places.

Yes, because it was just my brother and I in a 3 bedroom house. However, I had bunk beds in my room, so for some reason early on, we'd both sleep in there. I raised my boys in that house, so at times they each had to share. My middle one had to share with the older when Kamren came along. Then when Kam was no longer an infant, middle one moved in with him to the bigger room. When the older moved out, Kamren went to the smaller room.

Fast forward to this house, still 3 bedroom. Middle one has lost his room when he's home on breaks to the older one that is back home at the moment.

I'd really like to claim Kamren's room as my sewing crafting room. And the other one to an official guest (don't stay to long, grand kids always welcome) reading room, that would get french doors off the sitting room to "enlarge" the feel of the sitting room space.

I did. I was the only girl.

I also shared a bedroom with my younger brother (4yrs.younger) until I was around 12 or so, then he began sharing the sofa bed in the livingroom with my older brother and I got the room all to myself. Then the sofa bed was all his when my older brother left for the army. Yeah, we grew up in a very small house.

i had a room to myself after my sister left for college, my granddaughters share a very large room (they are 14 and 15 and they have a guest room/office so i guess it's ok with them or they would complain...... my daughters did not share a room but often slept in the same bed-they were 7 years apart...

The first five years of my life, we lived in "the telephone office." My mother was a switchboard operator and it was in the living room of the house. There were four rooms....living room, kitchen, a bedroom and a tiny room off to the side of the bedroom....bathroom was an outhouse. The house came with the job....southwestern bell. I slept with my mother and daddy. I think my sister and her two kids slept in the little room. She was divorced and came home to live. When I was five, we moved to a little house my parents built and I had my own room. My sister re-married and moved away. I was the youngest of 4....the others were grown and gone...so I had my own room.

My older sister and I shared a bedroom for many years - our father was career Army and we were relocated every two years. We usually lived in Officers' housing on base. When I was a freshman in high school, our parents bought a new 5-bedroom 3-bathroom home and all four of us kids got our own rooms and our parents, of course, had the master suite.

Only child here, so yes, always had my own room. I had two children - boy and girl - 27 months apart in age. When DD turned 2, I moved her in with her brother - that gave me an extra room upstairs which I used as a TV room and place for my desk for bill paying, as well as a spare bed. They shared a room until DD was 8 and kicked her brother out. DD has two boys, 15 and 17. They have shared a room since youngest was 2. Elder boy will be going to college next fall - younger is not looking forward to being alone.

Yep. 4 bedrooms in the house. One for my parents, one for my maternal grandfather, one for my little brother, and one for me. My “home” was my castle. We were of very modest means but my parents did well for us.

I was interested to read of your childhoods, wondering if anyone had the same type of situation that I did. No one did. When I was seven, my mother's aunt moved in with us, sharing my room with twin beds. She was elderly and lived with us until I moved out. It was not pleasant.

Sorry to read that lovemr. Hope you are healed from it.

I shared a room with my 2 younger sisters until my next older sister moved out at 18. She had the room downstairs which was shared with our eldest sister until she moved out and the TV. I was 15 when my room mate became the TV.

It was terrible living in a small room with 2 others! We were all such different people and that led to many fights some physical. (We are fast friends now having buried the hatchet not in one another's backs.)

The worst was being awakened nightly by our father traipsing across the room for the only upstairs bathroom. I think that's where my need for no noise at night began...:(

We lived in a small 2 bedroom house and my sister (only have 1 sibling) & I shared a bed until I was 8. Then my Mom found some twin beds at a garage sale, Daddy refinished them and we had our own beds.

When I was 10, we moved to another state to a slightly larger house, and we had our own rooms. I missed sharing a room with her. I'm sure she didn't, as she was 4 years older and considered me to be a pest.

I didn't have my own room until I was around 21 years old. We had a 2 bedroom house with 7 kids. When I was little we had 2 sets of bunk beds that 5 of us shared, my youngest brother was with my parents in a crib in their room, my olderst sister was living in Toronto and I shared a bunk with my next oldest sister. Then the older boys moved upstairs into the unfinished attic. My Dad cut a hole in the sub floor to bring up the warm air from below. I then shared with my sister Lizzie, and my youngest brother. Then Paul joined the rest of the boys upstairs so that left Lizzie and I, she had the lower bunk and I was up top. She used to talk in her sleep and it was so funny. I would lean down and try to talk to her to see what gibberish she would say. I then had a bedroom to myself for a very short time when my sister moved out. My sister got pregnant and moved back home and I shared a bedroom again with her and the baby until my niece was 2 then my sister got her own apartment. I only had the room to myself for 2 years then I moved out West. My parents had split up and my brother moved in with his girlfriend so and I was having a hard time finding an apartment of my own because there were literally no vacancies where I lived and I was sharing apartments and houses with people that were heavily into the drug culture and I was starting to feel unsafe so my brother talked me into leaving my wonderful job and moving back home and my Dad let me have the house, rent free. Then a few years later my Mom moved back in. I live in the same house, gloriously alone with a dog and cat.

Only child here. I lived in the same Georgian Colonial from when I was a toddler until I married at 23. The house had a large bedroom with dormers over the double garage, w/shower bath. There was a small powder room two steps up from the Foyer, then an open staircase up to the garage suite, and farther up to the second floor. Friends and family members sometimes occupied the garage suite for weeks or months; the rent enabled my mother to keep the house after my father left us when I was two.

On the second floor was one large tub/shower bathroom w/linen closet. The back bedroom became my grandmother's room, next to my mother's bedroom. My (front) bedroom was connected to my mother's room by a walk-through closet w/doors on each end. The couple who built the house used this as a his and hers suite.

I had a double bed until I was old enough to have sleep-overs. Then I had a pair of twins.

nope, shared with 2 sisters in the attic. it was huge and we had a sink which was great to wash face and brush teeth.

only one bathroom with 7 people so the sink in the attic was a treasure. would not change it for the world. always had someone to talk to, kind of our own space, privacy. had room to have friends over/privacy. could play our music loud.

I did until I was almost 7 when my sister was born. We shared a room until my older sister left home. I think I was 12. My younger sister and I had our own rooms since then.

I was an only child and had my own bedroom--sometimes. My paternal grandmother lived with us for some years when I was very young, and during that time I slept in the foyer. She relocated to a home for retired actors after my mom died (I was 9), and I moved into the bedroom. But her senility (Alzheimer's, maybe?) got too advanced for the retirement home, so she came back to live with us for about 4 years after my dad remarried. We may have shared the bedroom for part of that time, but I don't think so. I do know I used the room a lot for reading and working at my desk.

I never had sleepovers because we lived in an apartment building and all my friends lived there too. We saw each other all the time.