First House

This is the house my family lived in for the first 10 years of my life. I have several great memories in this house, but here are some that always come back to me. Selling lemonade and cartoons on the front of our driveway, pushing Mike in the ditch in our front yard, riding bikes around the house, Mike falling off his skateboard head first and getting stitches, playing basketball in the backyard, playing hockey in the garage, building forts and climbing the pine trees in the back yard, running around in the common ground behind our yard, mowing the common groung for Mr. Duke's crouquet tournaments, jumping on the neighbors' trampolines, Samson getting run over in front of our house, Samson getting blown up by a firework's surprise ending in the backyard, Samson eating asbestos above the garage, playing double shot, Sega, pillow fights, and the sheet game down the stairs in the playroom, sitting around the dinner table in the kitchen at every meal, lying in the hallway by the washer and dryer for days when I had migraines from diving in the neighborhood pool, Dad watching countless hours of sports in the living room sitting on the pink chair, the brick fire place where we hung our stockings for Christmas, the old yellow out-of-tune piano in the corner, the tiny room that Mike and I shared our bunk beds(I always slept on the bottom bunk, and he always slept on the top bunk), sports posters on the wall, hiding a Halloween skeleton in the closet so Mom wouldn't find it, drawing cartoons on my cherry wood art desk in the corner behind the door, staying up late talking to Mike, going to sleep on the floor in Mom and Dad's room when we were scared or couldn't fall asleep, the night light that always stayed on in the bathroom in the hallway, fighting over use of the sink, toilet, and shower, always being the last one to take a shower in the morning and having no hot water, the yellow throw-up basin under the sink, and how much bigger Dave and Andrew's room always seemed.