<The Memorable Attic>
“Have you ever seen ‘The Diary of a Young Girl Anne Frank’?” I read the book when I attended kindergarten at 5. The most impressive thing of that book was the attic which had been behind the study room of Anne Frank. At that time, I felt envy of her undisclosed location and I really wanted to get that place. One day, I got a chance to realize the dream. When my age was 6, moving into new apartment, I had the secret place like Anne Frank.
As soon as my family moved into that apartment, the next house suggested that we make garrets together. Seeing from above my apartment, the place had wedge-shaped so there were enough room to make attics. Therefore, we made the attics. Because the place was linked to my bedroom, my parents allowed me to use the place as I pleased. I thought that the place would be my best own place.
However, it did not take a long time to be disenchanted about my dream related to the attic. The size was 22m2 and the area was long and very narrow. Whenever I entered the place, the paint odor was awful. The inside of the house smelled strongly of odor of new house. The place did not have any window and also, there was no ventilation. Raining, a disgusting smell was coming like the sewer. Moreover, in the immediately middle of the cell there was only one incandescent lamp and it made more gloomy atmosphere. The right below of the lamp, there was one old desk and chair. So the place looked like an interrogation room. Despite this bad situation, I really expected the place to become my own lovely place.
But my parents used that place as another purpose without considering my opinion. When I made quite minor offences, my parents forced me to enter the attic and sit in the chair until I realized my faults. But sitting in the chair, the darkness and the unpleasant smell were not matter to me. When I was in the attic, I felt calm because of voices outside. Pricking up my ears to outer voice, I could hear conversation in family members. The laughter which was filling my home made me to unbend myself. I could not figure out what the content of conversation was exactly, I always fell sleeping in the attic hearing the sweet sound of my family.