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The House I Grew Up In story in 250 words

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Answered by Anonymous
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his is the house where I grew up, which was in a small house in Germany.  It was a beautiful old house with thick walls, which means you couldn’t hear your neighbors, up or down or on either side.  The kitchen was in the basement, and it was a large kitchen, with a table directly in the middle such that I could run around, I could even ride my tricycle around the table.  Then, on the first floor, we had the bedroom, and the living room, and this is where my parents and I slept in the same room.  My bed was at the foot end of their bed, which means perpendicular to their bed.  And the living room was a large, spacious place with an entire wall of windows, and in the windows we had potted plants so that as you looked towards the windows, you saw nothing but sunlight and green.  And upstairs, under the roof, there was an attic room, and that’s where my grandmother slept.  It was a lovely place.  It had two little windows that I could look out and see the people passing underneath, and sometimes I would drop water balloons on them.

Answered by ritugiri26
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The house where I grew up

The house where I grew up was in front of river I grew up in this house along with my parents and my two brothers I can remember every corner of the house as if it was yesterday that I lived there the house was located in the small town named malabar, kerela in the mountains the town was small that everyone know each other it was a bright colorful town

Most of the houses were made of the bricks and cement just like my home at the end of the the road that led out of the town into the deep bush in the mountain was my home because the road led directly into the town it was busy with the people walking riding their bikes As soon as turn to my street eyes of the people would be immediately swayed towards my house not because it was beautiful but because of the huge metal door that open into what I consider living room this was the main enterance

There was no door to the backyard the living room was connected to it we could enjoy the blue sky while washing the dishes the memories of this house and the time which I spent with my siblings are one of the greatest memories I have of my childhood Growing up in the small town in that house allowed me to sense the freedom Since I grew up without the craze of electronic and toys I can positively say that growing up into this house shaped me into the person I am today

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