They're watching a scary movie

Everyone is snuggled in, watching Jurassic park. Yes, I know, it is not the most scary movie ever made, but I have always had a tough time watching films with children in peril. I have a hard time separating real from Hollywood. If my emotions tell me it's real, it's real. That's okay, about the others. I don't mind being over here alone. It really is nice to be alone with myself. I used to love to be alone. Almost as equally as I enjoy being with others, which has always been my main inclination, I like to be all by myself. I remember hanging out in my room. My room was always my favorite spot. I was surrounded by things that belonged only to me. In my parent's home, in the women's house...in a big world filled with community objects and other's possessions, only my room was filled with things that were exclusively mine. I loved to rearrange my room, set things up just the way I wanted. A poster here, a nik-nak there, a souvenir or a collectible something or other there. My space, my environment, my world in a four walled space. Having just one sibling afforded the luxury of securing my own room. Accept for when I was a little girl, when Amy and I shared a room, I was alone.