You were alive?
We froze to death and all died.
Every day.
I had my own room in fifth grade. Didn’t have indoor plumbing, though. . . .
Ignore.
You had an imagination? We had to pretend we could imagine a fire.
In the snow. Uphill. Both ways.
We rolled dice to determine who would be cannibalized to feed the others. It’s how I learned to cheat at dice.
“Yorkshiring” is a verb, now? Good to know.
A noun that hangs around too long in English will find itself verbed, adjectived, and sometimes adverbalized, while verbs can even find themselves being infixed with advance notice.
I think you’re an encyclopedia salesman.
Or mugged in a dark alley, then their pockets are rifled thru for loose vocabulary. 
That’s so cringe.
That’s how my family did it in the early 70s, my brother and I shared a room, while the fourth bedroom was a “guest bedroom”. But eventually my brother did move into it, I guess my parents realized they almost never had such guests, but they always had the kids.
…he said Yorkshiringly.
… In addition to being sliced, diced, cubed, filleted, skewered, and spatchcocked!
“That’s so cringe.” (Robot Arm, quotes went sideways somehow.)
I see what you did there. Well done.
And don’t forget the quote (from Calvin & Hobbes?):
“Verbing weirds nouns.”
I’ve NEVER spatchcocked anyone!