When I think of my childhood the most dominant memory that comes to me is my princess tent. I had a pink tent that had all of the Disney Princess' on it. My sister and I would always play in it and act like we were camping, when we were really in our basement. Everyday when we got home from school we would hurry downstairs to set it up. I remember the way that we acted like the brown carpet was dirt, and if my cat would rub against the outside of the tent we would act like she was a bear. When we set the tent up we got a huge whiff of a plastic smell. I still think of it when I get a smell of something plastic.
After awhile of playing in our tent we became accustomed to the routine of putting it up, playing, and when our mom came home. Everyday before we could eat dinner we had to put the tent away and then wash our hands. Since this happened almost everyday, the sound of the door opening had the same effect on us as dad telling us it was time to eat. We automatically put the tent away, washed our hands, and went upstairs for dinner.
I can only think of a few places that really stood out to me from my younger years, but I always remember playing in the tent with my sister and the way that the carpet was dark brown, the tent smelled like plastic, my cat was a "bear", and dinner was ready when I heard the sound of the door opening.
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