Memories of cloth
Of course it was my first blanket. Pink with satin edging. It was a great comfort. As I grew up, fabric always brought me comfort. The texture of it, the warmth. I often had a small piece of fabric in my pocket, even when I was off to college.
Memories of room
We were many children so there wasn't a lot of space for individuality. But I did manage to create my own space by building it on our front porch using an umbrella and whatever fabric I could find. I stayed in there all day long until it rained, which I loved.