tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324860522351083573.post339460937402976433..comments2024-03-26T15:29:31.939+09:00Comments on on the edge of ordinary: Big sleepoverWendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17882558757262419263noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324860522351083573.post-45185133793302503312014-01-06T09:42:01.929+09:002014-01-06T09:42:01.929+09:00I didn't share a room either, not until I got ...I didn't share a room either, not until I got married! I'm the eldest of three girls and 4 ½ years older than my next sister. My sisters shared rooms until we moved to a larger house when I was 15. <br />I guess I had a luxurious time at university because I stayed in a "dorm" where we all had individual rooms (but shared bathrooms). In fact that seemed normal for an Australian "dorm" (we call them "residential colleges").<br />Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17882558757262419263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324860522351083573.post-32995526109646290322014-01-06T07:38:15.724+09:002014-01-06T07:38:15.724+09:00I never had to share a room growing up--big house,...I never had to share a room growing up--big house, only one brother--but I have to say getting used to sharing a room when I was young would have made the dorms at university a lot easier, since then I had no choice as to whether I would have a roommate or even who that roommate was.Celiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02795698568850924976noreply@blogger.com