Mediterrean climate with pleasant sunny morning,ah!typical Los Angeles weather during spring.Right there allinged to the coast of the beach is our house.Yellow and brownins oak-wood made stable house which could withsatnd most of LA weather,execpt for a undetermined storm.From outside it might look as if the entire house is a cozy morning pillow which rarely anyone would leave,but from the interior we did have our own sweet,cozy spots.A spot which was cozy just enough for us as an induviual and that palce diarming for the rest of the family.We all love to critisize others don't we?Well,moving back my personal favrouite was the corner table of our store room,which practically wasnt a storeroom after I illegally captured it throwing out my mother's precious treasure.Now one might mistake it to be a typical dusty old storeroom through which dust would gush out as and when u would open it.It was a sweet,little COZY room for me.Now,I know u would be wonderig that was the reason for me choosing it was a series of incidents from my early life.During summer breaks when my freinds would  come over to hang out and we being much younger at that time would spend the day with soda and playing hide-and-seek.This room was least under the supervison of my freinds as my mother being a typical guidance for childern agitating to improve our lives would block out their ways by as eries of denyials and questions.Alas!she did'nt know her own child was spending his day sitting inside the room waiting eagerly for his freinds toc atch him but that never happened since no one entered it in the first place.The second being, this was the ideal spot for me to spend my time during winter breaks.Whether it was joy or spending time in solitude and weeping this spot never gave up on me.I have spent hours scrambling throgh assingnments and turning through ruskin bond's novel collection.A huge part of my life is coonected to that little table,and I shall surely weep on the day I would have to bid goodbye to it and discard it.