I moved into our current house when I was about three, so it is the only house that I have childhood memories of.  My dad actually built the house himself. Not literally though he still subbed most of the work out. It was right when he was getting into building so he got to experiment a little on it. Even so it still turned out fine.  When we moved out there I was still the only child. after a while my sister came. A little after that my brother came. To support our new family the house had to be added on to. It was neat to me because it was like the house was growing with the family. I also was in favor of it because I was getting a room upstairs all by myself. My parents are currently building another house which I am very exited for but it will be sad to see this one go.