A childhood home is a place of security and memories. I have lived in the same house since I was born, and everyday I think to myself how lucky I am to live in that house.
In 1913 our beautiful house was built by my family members and has remained in the family since then. While this house holds many memories for my sisters and I, it also holds memories for my mom and aunts, as well as my grandpa. We all took our turns growing up in this house. My great grandmother took this house in and did all she could. Our basement was once a dance studio where she taught and our pool was once open for swimming lessons. To this day there are people that still reminisce about the days they learned to dance, or swim, or even just remember my great grandma.
Everytime my family is together, there is a new story brought up involving our house. It gives me a chance to learn more about the history this house has to offer. Almost every child in this house has lived in my room and for now I am the last one who gets to enjoy it. When I think of my childhood or teenage years, majority of my memories involve this house. Everyone knows where we live. Most of our friends spent there time at our house. The memories I have could last me a lifetime
The thought of losing this house is one of the worst thoughts I could possibly have. I have never had to leave a home before I left for college. The thought of having to leave scares me, but I know whoever has this house, I will always have a place there. For that I am thankful that I got to enjoy my time here .



















