Descriptive Essay About My House

was all I knew. The house was my childhood home. It was a family member to me.

I love that house we had so many memories in that house we group up there. I still remember my room. My room was decorated as princesses. What I love the most about my house was that my house was six blocks from my first elementary but once we move schools our house was only three block away from juanita jones elementary. When I was in 5th grade I came home one day and my parents and my neighbors had received a letter from the government saying that we had to move houses because they were going to expand the freeway so my parent started to find other houses I was sad about leaving I love that house I had so many memories. My house was next to a small liquor store call Bob's market. My sisters and i would always go to Bob's market before we went to school he would always give us free candy we still go and visit bob and his wife since our house is nearby but we don't visit as much.

I’ve spent my whole life living in that house ever since i moved from Georgia. We were the first people to ever live in that house, I even remember seeing them build the stairs in the house. I remember coloring the walls with every shade of the rainbow most the time it was either markers or crayons, but that’s what they make house paint for right? My room is one of my favorite

At the age of 4 or 5 we moved down the road from my grandmother, in a nice 2 bedroom brick house, one bath, where I am currently living now. It was only my mom, dad & I living there for about 10 years, then my mom ended up getting pregnant & had another child. It caused the house to become a little cramped up as my sister got older. More

This house was the best as a child it had a long drive way and big field of green grass and cows. I grew a big connection to my childhood house like roots to a tree. It was a little down the road from Mt.Peak and I would always going hiking because it was enjoying for me to be with nature. I remember elementary school and seeing the same faces in some of my classes tell this day. I met my best friend in kindergarten and I’m still really good friends. Growing up in a small town there was always the same faces and same people working at the local grocery store, it takes around a minute to walk through town, most of the time you can take a bike to your friend’s house, walking to school wasn’t that hard because it’s not far and of course the same old smell of

When I was younger, my family and I moved into a small, white house on the very edge of Lockland. Now, it wasn't some amazing house at all. It had one bedroom, a living room, kitchen and bathroom; so small that it was like a flat for a college student.

That we’d get a house all to ourselves and we wouldn’t have to pay rent, or share with anyone. That our house would be big and nice and beautiful and have tons of space and look great. That we’d have a nice basement and I’d have the nicest room and we’d have a huge kitchen and bathroom, and a backyard I could play in, with grass as green as the leaves on the trees. That was the house my mom talked about constantly. But the house on Beach street is not exactly what I was picturing. When I got in, the house gave us a “welcome home”. The house is nice, however, the house isn’t that big and it is as old, and has a dark tone, like the midnight sky. The house is not what I expected, but it is still better than having no house, and the house is still great. I knew I had to have a house. A real house. One that I could point to. This is it. The house on beach

My grandparents’ house is my heaven since I was born there; I didn’t moved out with my parents until I was seven.

The front was so nice since it has a gate around the whole house and we had our own people who stood at the gates to let whomever in. The back was all grass and had a pool with a trampoline and an outdoor bar and fire pit. There is a total of 6 rooms in that house and mine was a light pink color with a huge canopy bed and white furniture. Growing up there, I found a passion to read, color, draw and write. I played piano and sung and danced. I got a puppy who I named Daisy, she’s a golden retriever who at the time was only 6 weeks old. I once overheard my adopted parents talking about adopting another child, but this time, it would be a boy. I really did hope they would adopt a boy. Throughout the years i’ve lived with Alice and Royce, I would pick up multiple hobbies like painting and photography. I also would get all A’s, but school wasn’t at all hard for me. When it came to starting high school, I actually had to go to a real high school with hundreds of other teenagers my age, this sounds weird, but I was excited by the fact, that I could go to school with other kids my age and finally have friends. My dreams were to one day get accepted into Harvard or Yale University and study to become an adoptive caregiver or a

On December 29th, 1999, I was born in New Albany, Mississippi. I have a sister who is two years older than me, and a brother who is three years younger than me. When I was still a baby we moved to Maumelle, Arkansas because my dad got a job at a church there. I loved living there but when I six my siblings and I were told that we were going to move. The church where my dad worked at was closing down because they didn’t have enough money or members to keep it open. We found a new church fairly quickly and have lived here ever since. I was in first grade at the time. I was super excited because I had my own room, I didn’t have to wear uniforms at my new school, and my new house had stairs. For some reason when I was seven I had a major obsession with houses that had stairs. I told my parents that in the new house I wanted stairs and a pool. Sadly I didn’t get the pool and honestly I’m still upset about it.

Apart from inside of the home, the outside of the home, I define as majestic, abounding memories. Running, plenty of land to indulge the flurry of life, dream within, creation of the imagination. With my older sister, Cynthia and younger siblings, precious moments playing are never forgotten. Daring not to envision what life could have been without this open door. Outside, when the weather permitted it, a different life existed, although, it became lost in time taking several years to understand these feelings. After I learned of death, as I spoke about in, “God Answered Me”. Life changed, I became deeper in thought more aware. Strange occurrences and the scenes of life blossomed in detail, cherishing the moments in my mind immensely, I was definitely not alone. Often lying in the grass, gazing at these fluffy white clouds, wondering and dreaming, memorized by each shape changing as the wind blew it’s breath

It was the most adorable house I had ever seen! Thinking to myself, I thought that if the outside was perfect in everyway possible then how flawless could the inside be. After seeing the outside of the gorgeous 128 square foot for $15,000, I knew it would be a perfect match. The salesman led us inside, finishing any of my worry that I wouldn’t find a house of my own. It was enormous! Whoever designed and built this house did an excellent job on the kitchen layout. There was even a couch in the kitchen/dinning room/living area, all furniture and appliances included. Everything in the kitchen was on a single wall, leaving the rest of the ground floor to do what I want with it other than the bathroom. Surprisingly, the restroom was extensive for the amount of storage it had and the shower did not have a toilet in it and it had a door. The stairs were steep but not steep enough for me to be scared of falling out. Reaching the top and seeing into the loft allowed me to picture myself settling down in this baby house, maybe even getting a dog. The loft area wasn’t very interesting except the high ceilings and the fact that I could fit my queen size bed in there, but then I noticed a door. I opened it, thinking that it was just another closet. No, it was the deck! It was perfect in every way, shape, and form! I had my heart set on it, but then I was

We lived in this beautiful white two-story house with a farmers porch lots of bright green grass great for when Easter time came around just enough space on the inside I ALWAYS had toys everywhere in my room and the den area all the time.

My house contains many memories of my childhood is where I grew up, I know every part of it and its secrets locations. When I was a child I used to hide in the attic, nobody would found me because no one knew where it was. Every time I enter my house I get a feeling of welcoming and comfort, leaving the house would make me sad. I celebrated many things like birthdays, baptisms and graduations, it means everything to me. It’s a huge piece that gives me safety and protects me from the rain, sun and winter. My house also has protected me from the outside world and violence. I don’t think I would ever want to move out, the walls have many scars from crayons and holes. The floor needs remodeling but

During 5th grade year of 2016, almost once every week my parents would go and look for a house. I would remind them everyday that the house we have is great and there is no need to find another. In that house I have lived there at least eight years, which is most of my life so far. Till this day it has always been my favorite house, and the perfect house. I have made so many memories there it is impossible to count. I loved it.