The Space We Share by Aoife Collins Slamming the door in the face of adolescence Hot, angry tears sting my eyes. Once more, consumed with frustration and fury I hunger for the days when I, alone Will grapple with what my world presents ! Limited no longer by household rules and regulations I will learn to live.... The bedroom door opens slowly, My mother taking me in her arms softly whispers 'You know, I was seventeen once" Secretly, I vow to relive this moment again and again.