Right outside of the front door was a platform, I spent most of my time on it. I would sit there and acknowledge everything that would happen. My grandmother did not live on a very busy street, but it was always fascinating to me to watch different things going on, from my brother playing basketball with his friends to waiting for the ice cream man to pass. The ice cream man probably passed about five times a day. By the end of my summers, he already knew us by name. My brother and I kind of felt obligated to get something from him every day; maybe it is because we were on a first name basis. A day did not go by when we did not get anything from the ice cream man. In one summer alone I bet that my brother and I spent well over two hundred
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However, I do not remember moving into my home because I was only in third or fourth grade when we moved into it. I do, however, remember going house hunting because we had to move everything out of our previous home. It was only a two bedroom and one-and-a-half bathroom house. With two adults, and three children and another on the way the need for space was much needed. I remember moving out of my previous home because I lost my Skip It toy. It was my favorite toy, and I didn’t have very many toys that I liked. I would spend most of my days doing my homework. Then I would lay on my bed, cuddle up with my dog, and color in my coloring book that I would hide under my pillow. My coloring book didn’t contain anything bad in it so I don’t know why I was being so secretive about it. I was just very secretive and quiet about everything when I was younger. I have to say that I probably still am, but I never really felt the urge to share my thoughts or feelings with anybody. My room was a pigment of my imagination, by going into my room one could only imagine what I was really like under all of my walls. My bedroom is bright blue, it was supposed to be an aqua color, but instead the color turned out really overwhelming. The first thought of my newly painted room was that it looked like a giant fish aquarium, but there was no going back so my room would have to remain how it turned out.
However, I do not remember moving into my home because I was only in third or fourth grade when we moved into it. I do, however, remember going house hunting because we had to move everything out of our previous home. It was only a two bedroom and one-and-a-half bathroom house. With two adults, and three children and another on the way the need for space was much needed. I remember moving out of my previous home because I lost my Skip It toy. It was my favorite toy, and I didn’t have very many toys that I liked. I would spend most of my days doing my homework. Then I would lay on my bed, cuddle up with my dog, and color in my coloring book that I would hide under my pillow. My coloring book didn’t contain anything bad in it so I don’t know why I was being so secretive about it. I was just very secretive and quiet about everything when I was younger. I have to say that I probably still am, but I never really felt the urge to share my thoughts or feelings with anybody. My room was a pigment of my imagination, by going into my room one could only imagine what I was really like under all of my walls. My bedroom is bright blue, it was supposed to be an aqua color, but instead the color turned out really overwhelming. The first thought of my newly painted room was that it looked like a giant fish aquarium, but there was no going back so my room would have to remain how it turned out.