As screwed up as my parents were, I have to admit they let me have a flipping awesome room when I was a teenager. When my dad wasn't crashing into it and breaking things anyway. I had orange beads hanging across the doorway, orange and yellow shag carpeting, a bright yellow beanbag chair, this little yellow plastic table (all taped together how many times he kicked it over and broke it) iwth y radio on it and i had a built-0in bed that had yellow curtins across it that i could close anda little gold-colored lamp inside, and i closed the curtains and hisd in there i loved yroom. I miss my beads!!!!