This is a picture of my childhood home. This building means so much to me in regard to the memories that it holds. I spent the majority of my childhood in this home. I remember moving into this house when I was six years old. My family and I had to spend some time cleaning and fixing up this house to make it our own. This building changed me in the way that my parents taught me a lot of lessons in this house like working hard and listening to others.

When we moved into this house and this neighborhood my brother and I were able to make friends with our neighbors quickly. My house was the house that we usually played at together. My house also had a wooded area next to it so we would often go out there and build forts or climb trees. When we moved in, my parents only had my brother and me. A few years after living there, my parents had my younger sister and my younger brothers. I got to watch my younger siblings grow up there. When I go back and visit it, my family and I reminisce about all of the things my siblings did when they were babies and toddlers.