In the morning I descended from the bedroom by sliding down the banister railing, which curved at the end to make a flat landing
place just right for my bottom. At night I climbed the long flight of stairs alone, undressed in the dark because I could not reach the light, and went to bed. I was not afraid and did not know that other children were tucked in bed and kissed good night by parents not too tired to make an extra trip up a flight of stairs after a hard day’s work. Based on this excerpt, how does the narrator feel about her home as a child?
She feels it is dark and cramped.
She feels it is warm and cozy.
She feels it is safe and comfortable.
She feels it is spacious and spooky.
