The Basement of Imagination

I remember the white walls, the gray carpet, the gray couch and the brownish couch. I remember there being so much space to run around and go crazy. I remember I had a dream that involved that room. I liked that dream. I remember loving that basement because so many memories and games were made there. I remember going downstairs and entering a portal into an enchanted world.

I remember playing Harry Potter with my brothers. (It was after Harry graduated from school. The next generation if you will.) I was in Gryffindor and we would go to classes and have quidditch tournaments.

I remember playing a lot of imaginative games with my brothers. I remember playing Lord of the Rings, Teen Titans, TMNT, Kids Next Door, Star Wars, Pokémon, and Power Rangers. We would make up our own characters and use previous characters and mix the two together. We would have adventures almost everyday.I REMEMBER having so much fun.

I remember playing with my friends. We would play games like waitresses, sisters with magical powers, dress up, spies, and the ever classic game of house (except ours sometimes had a magical/supernatural twist). Hours would be spent downstairs running around and giggling and having fun and being free to explore and play.

I may forget some details from my childhood, but I will never forget the memory of the basement of imagination.