Memory of a Place (#11)

One of the first places that pops into my mind is my old house in Houston. We have plenty of pictures of it since I lived there for 9 years. Most are from Christmas; my brother and I opening our presents. Although, there are also really special photos of my brother coming home from the hospital for the first time. There were a lot of memories in that house.

I can still walk through the whole house in my mind as if I were still living in it. In the kitchen, I remember always sitting on the counter top of the island talking to my mom as she cooked. Then, when she made cookies, I would sit at the table and lick the beaters. I think the thing I remember most about my old house was that my parents were always remodeling. There was always a project my parents were working on. I don't think any of our walls were white. The living room was a grey/blue, the dining room was cream and forest green, my room was yellow and blue, and the dining room was cream. Now that I look back on it, it probably did look like a typical 90s house but with more color than most houses. I loved my room. It was a little small, but I had a walk in closet, a window that looked out from the front of our house. It was a pale yellow, and my mom made the blue curtains. Then, I had a fish tank in the corner sitting on my dresser. It was really cozy.