I’m pretty sure I never had my own room as a kid. I was one of 5 kids in a 3 bedroom house in the 70s-80s. I think my little brother (the youngest) was the only one to have his own room in the end as the next older 3 sibs were girls. That punk! Oh wait- my younger sis had her own room when I went off to college. Boy, I got the shaft!
I finally had my own bedroom my 2nd year of college. I called it Shangri-La.
I’m 38.
I am the oldest of three siblings, and I’ve shared rooms, on and off (explaining every complication would take some time), from the age of two-and-a-half until I went to college.
I’m a twenty-two-year-old male.
Youngest of four daughters, although with an age difference between the eldest and myself that she was moved out by the time I was old enough to really remember anything. So that left 3 closely-aged sisters in a 3 bedroom house.
I shared until I figured out (about 8 or 9 y.o.) how to be annoying enough that the other two agreed that giving up the “own room” rotation was worth never having to room with me. 
I didn’t have to share my room with anyone until I got married.
Growing up, I used to live in a big, old farmhouse. It had 9 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, a massive kitchen and dining room, a huge living room, and a full, finished basement.
Growing up, there were 7 kids in the family (3 boys and 4 girls), and we all had our own room, so it was ok.
My husband and I have since scaled down to 9 rooms where we are now.
We have 4 people living here (Myself, our daughter, my husband and my grandmother), and I feel that it’s a bit too small for all of us.
Male, 39. Brother and sister, both older.
I shared a room with my grandmother when I was very little. During elementary school, I would sometimes alternate between that and sharing with my sister. By the time I was 10, my sister had moved out on her own, so her room became my room.
I think it was Earl Hamner, creator of the Waltons, who said in an interview “I grew up with 8 brothers and sisters; I never slept alone until I was married.”
I only had a brother so we never had to share.
My MIL lived in a four bedroom house with her two daughters, and made them share even though they could have had a room each because she thinks it teaches kids good things like sharing and compromise, etc.
I think briefly. My family only lived in two houses. In the newer house we always had separate rooms. My room has two twin beds that are disassembled bunk beds. I remember them being asseembled in the old house but I only have a vauge recollection of ever actually having us both use them. Maybe his room was being painted or something,
Mostly I like havning my own room.
35 male. We fought to share a room. We always had enough rooms to be all apart, but my older brother (one year diff) and I always got our beds in one room and used the other room for our desks, music, etc. Circumstances sometimes forced us to separate (different hours in school) but as soon as they passed, we went back together. This held until we both went to college.
For a long time, I was the only girl with 3 brothers, so I mostly had my own room–though I think I shared a bunk bed with my little brother when I was about 5. My baby sister was born when I was 14, so we never really shared much.
But I was an exchange student and shared a room that year, as well as whenever we had students living with us–we always got girls. I quite liked sharing. And of course in college I always had a roomie.
My two daughters share a room and they have a hard time sleeping without each other. I don’t know how long they’ll want to share a room–when they get older they’ll probably want more personal space–but we would have to move! I would actually like a very slightly larger house, but I don’t know yet what we’ll do.
49, male.
No, I had two brothers and they shared a room. I always had my own.
I shared a room from birth until I was 16 and my older sister moved out. It was just the way it was done. Yes, we had issues and fights, but we dealt with it and worked out our differences.
My children share rooms now. We have a 3 bedroom house and more than two kids. Someone has to share.
I shared a room with my little brother, with bunk beds, until I was 9 and he was 6. Then I moved in with my 2 olders sisters, 12 and 16. 3 girls in a room, 3 beds, one dresser, one closet. My parents rarely allowed us in their master bathroom, so the 4 of us kids learned how to organize. We also learned to shower the night before! My middle sister got married when I was 15 but my oldest sister didn’t move out until she was in her 30s. I had my own room for the first time in college–shared an apatment with another girl for 3 years. She was the best roommate ever. Im 44 and married and I still miss her. She was my maid of honor.
Earl Hamner got screwed.
I LOVE big houses, and lots of rooms. I think everyone should have a bedroom of their own, and it doesn’t matter if they’re married or not!
If you or your SO should want some time alone, there’s nothing better than having your very own room to go to.
I’m 46 years old, and I do enjoy having our bedroom to myself when my husband is away.
It’s a large room, and I’ve got everything in here that I need…a huge tv , computer, comfortable chairs for reading and watching tv, and all that good stuff.
I can read as long and as late/early as I want, watch tv (luckily, we both enjoy the same stuff…boxing, NHRA, football, Dexter, a few sit-coms, so tv isn’t really a problem), type away at the computer, etc. without bothering him.
Not me, but my two oldest (half) sisters shared an attic bedroom for a few years. Occasionally our cousin would be up there too. That house was way too small for a family with six kids. One sister and brother spent a good part of their time at their mom’s house, but when they were over, things got really crowded. My brothers may have shared a room in that house when my half-bro was over, but we moved out when I was 4, so my memory’s a little hazy.
-Lil
I’m 43 and the oldest of three sisters. I did not grow up with my youngest sister. She came along after my parents were divorced and my Dad married my stepmother.
However, my middle sister and I shared a room from the time she was born until I was halfway through third grade. My parents moved to a three bedroom house and my sister and I finally got our own rooms. It was good thing too, because I was sick of her messy ways. When I think about it, back then just about everyone I knew that same sex siblings shared their rooms. Most houses were smaller then.
Incidently, up until May of 2003 my son and daughter had to share a room. We lived in a two bedroom, one bath 1245 square foot house.
We bought our current, much larger house and the kids finally got their own rooms, which was appropriate. If we hadn’t moved, we had plans to turn the family room in our old house into another bedroom.
The first time I had a room by myself was when I was 24.
I’m one of three boys, with two sisters. We had the parent’s room, the girls’ bedroom and the boys’ bedroom. There is only 3 years and 8 months difference between the oldest (my order brother) and me, with the two sisters crammed in between. My younger brother is 5 years younger.
I had either my older brother or my younger brother or, for the greater time, both, until I went on my Mormon mission at 20, and then they make you share rooms the whole time.
I stayed at home when went to the university, and it wasn’t until my second sister moved out at 24 that I had my own room.
We only had one shower for the seven of us, so our Sunday mornings were quick showers.
I am the oldest of four girls with only 4.5 years between me and my baby sister. We grew up in a three bedroom house, so, yes, we always shared with at least one sister. There were times growing up that a cousin or two lived with us for a while and my grandmother stayed with us after she got sick ( a hospital bed in the living room…who’s to say we didn’t have room 
).
I’m 34, the only girl with 3 brothers, and the house I grew up in had 3 bedrooms (now my parents have renovated and it has 2). I shared a room with my younger brother from the time he was 6 weeks old until our oldest brother went to college. I was 8 when he was born…and I was around 13 when oldest brother went to college.
That meant that younger brother moved into the bedroom with other older brother, who was a junior in HS at the time, but at 13 and the only girl, it was time that I no longer shared a room with younger brother.
26, female, oldest of two sisters less than two years apart.
My sister and I shared a room until I hit middle-school-age or so. We had a three-bedroom house; the smaller bedroom was a playroom, and we both slept and kept clothes and such in the bigger one. My sister moved into the smaller room when we split, and a couple of years later my parents gave us each the opportunity to decorate however we saw fit. My sister’s room ended up this strange mix of “Victorian decor” overlaid with “random things she bought at Hot Topic”, and I kept mine in blue and white, with a healthy dose of black-matte electronics.
I had to share a dorm room when I first got to college. It was okay for the first few weeks, but then I started getting that nasty tight feeling across my shoulder blades that I get when I can’t shake the feeling that someone else is in my space! and I was miserable. That roommate had a rather explosive emotional breakdown about spring break and moved out after not speaking to me for a month, to the point where the only way to tell her things like “the maintenance guys are coming in to fix the blinds” was to get her on AIM from the other side of the room.
I cannot share a bedroom now. I can share kitchens, living rooms, bathrooms, hallways, and other kinds of spaces, but if I don’t have a door to slam on other people I very quickly become unbearable to live with. I could move in with the love of my life, and if I didn’t get my own sleeping/computer space the local CSIs would be picking bone chips out of the garbage disposal within about a month.
My sister, on the other hand, is pretty much married and has been sharing a bedroom in a bungalow for years. Different temperaments, I guess.