The walls were painted a light blue. To my left, the wall was adorned with vinyl graphics of most every Thomas train. To my right was a bookcase loaded with Dr. Suess classics. Behind me was a closet filled with toys and cases of diapers.
All of you who get off on forced regression stories can stop salivating now. I spent the week staying with my sister´s family, which includes her not quite three year old tomboy daughter. Mom simply found it easier to get her little one to go to sleep if she laid down with her in the guest bedroom. So that meant that uncle got relegated to a blowup mattress in the little bedroom.
But man, as an adult little boy, that room makes me jealous. It even has a cool glow in the dark vinyl graphic of a full moon. (My niece has this bedtime obsession with going out on the back deck and saying goodnight to the moon. I maintain she will one day be President of a Lunar Colony.)