Old house

Scary My old house was not just a house, it was my home. I grew up there and knew every inch of every room by heart. I still do. The amount of memories that I have created there are endless. Whenever I think about or drive by the house, all the memories come rushing in. It reminds me of the many games my brothers and I played, the funny moments, first pets, first best friends, and many other firsts. It ultimately reminds me of my childhood.