Our House



When I was a child, my family moved a lot. We stayed in one general area, but never stayed in one home for long. However, I do have to say that there was one that really stood out. This home was old and had an upstairs, which made me very excited. My older brother and I had the small bedroom upstairs that was right beside the attic. My favorite memories are of us having friends over, taking the mattress from the bed, and riding it down the small staircase. This house was an odd shade of green and located on a small side road. Outside was a willow tree that I admired and a big tree in the middle of the yard that we would climb, sap sticking to our arms and legs. My parents had a waterbed in their bedroom, my brother, our friends, and I would climb onto their dresser, jump, and land on the waterbed, which hurt terribly if there was no cover on it. Needless to say, the house was always full of life, and these are some of my memories.


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