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Describe your childhood home.
19 months ago
Small, white concrete house with a red roof of corrugated iron. There was red linoleum on the floor of the living room and grey in the kitchen. There was a pantry and a reading room and the living room had a big red velvety sofa. The stairs to the upper floor was very steep and worn. We would sometimes play there though it was forbidden and my sister once fell down and fractured her clavicle. The upstairs rooms were under the roof so the ceilings were all tilted. You could crawl out of the window by the stairs onto the tool shed roof and climb down because the back of the tool shed was inside the hill. There was also a wash room where dad would wash the milk sieve and the metal milk cans. From the front door and the small foyer where we would hang our coats there was a long hallway to the wash room and the back door. In the middle of the hallway there was the bathroom. You could sit on the toilet and look up at the mountain above. Once I saw a lightning while sitting on the toilet. There was also a shower in the bathroom but it was basically just a pipe with hot water. The water was heated in a water heater in the horrid basement which was dark and damp and very mucky. It had a dirt floor and some times dad would threaten to put us down there if we misbehaved. I loved our little house and I would like to be there again. But the last time I went to my home town the new owner had painted it gray with a black roof. It made me angry because the house now looked old and sad and I was too afraid to go and ask if I could look inside.
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