One of the places that I have some bad memories of is my uncle’s house. He lives in another city far from my house and I didn’t have many chances to visit his house. I first visited him when I was 6 or 7 years old, I remembered when I first got there, I cried alot for no reason, he is very nice and all, i didnt know why I just can’t like him and his house. It’s an old style house with yellow wall, the gate is rusted and it gave me the cold, unsafe feeling.