isa.english

In this subject i wrote a story on a home i used to live in (Sydney). This story begins with me moving, the middle tells what the house contained (eg; rooms and memories) and the story just end with me leaving sadly but also left with love of the memories. __A Place Called Home__ I lived in a very lively home, yes, I do miss it. But I’ve got to move on. I would say that I was proud to call it my home. It was a beautiful home (till that stranger did a makeover to it). It looks very different now. My home was in Sydney, that’s were I was born; it was the house I was raised in. My home was placed in a peaceful joyous neighborhood; I would say it was peaceful because I never really didn’t experience bad things there. My home was situated on an area of big land, it had neighbors beside it and its view was four houses that were owned by lovely families and couples. My neighbors made me feel safe and hat was what I loved and treasured about them. I had this incredibly close neighbor on the left side of my used to be house. I would go visit my neighbor when I had the time (which was a lot). She was a sweet neighbor; she had a wonderful and caring mother, and her dad… well let’s just say I didn’t get to socialize with him. She had so many pets; it was like a zoo every time I went to visit her house. She had this enormous cage of vibrant and colorful birds, three gorgeous rabbits, an adorable duck (that sadly died), and a colossal tank of bright and intelligent fishes and last but not least the most delightful puppy ever. It’s been five year since I’ve seen her. I wonder what she looks like now, and if they have extra animals. I miss…my neighbor… Caitlin. I had a gigantic backyard, there was a blow-up pool, a metal playground, a shed (that stored old possessions) and two cadge parrots (which were killed by some stupid cat <span style="color: #262626; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 217; msoasciifontfamily: Calibri; msoasciithemefont: minor-latin; msochartype: symbol; msohansifontfamily: Calibri; msohansithemefont: minor-latin; msosymbolfontfamily: Wingdings; msothemecolor: text1; msothemetint: 217;">L ). I had an extraordinary tree that was also placed in my backyard. My sister and I wanted a cubby-house build on that tree, but my dad would never buy one, or make one. We would as well have family parties in the backyard, mostly barbeques parties. The parties’ time would go on for ages, till ten o’clock, mostly. We had a blue door, that was our front door to our home, when you opened it you will see a lounge by your left, a hallway that leads to the rooms and the bathrooms on the right and in the front of you, you will see a dining table behind the lounge on the left. A fish tank near the hallway and another lounge with a T.V set, if you walked in towards the lounge you would see a kitchen, in between the lounge and the kitchen is a door that leads to my parents room, across from their door is a glass sliding door that would lead you back to the large backyard. So in that hallway you will see a door, but not just any door, a door with a paper which was stuck on with some blu-tack and sticky-tape, that reads “BELLS’A AWSOME ROOM”. And yeah I loved my room, but it wasn’t anything special. When you walked in you will see a window covered in art creations from school, pictures and magazine posters on the walls, a dressing table with fake makeup(because I was little then <span style="color: #262626; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-themetint: 217; msoasciifontfamily: Calibri; msoasciithemefont: minor-latin; msochartype: symbol; msohansifontfamily: Calibri; msohansithemefont: minor-latin; msosymbolfontfamily: Wingdings; msothemecolor: text1; msothemetint: 217;">J ), ballet awards and trophies from ballet classes placed on a table beside the bed. Speaking of a bed, I had a bed which was huge for me now, but I’m too tall. And a wardrobe filled with uniforms and other small clothing I cherish today. I have to say, they best room in this home was the dining room. This room was extraordinary to me because, it was a place was my family ate together. We come together at the table, and we discuss things about our day, our dislikes and likes. I loved that dining table. I hate it when I had to go to bed; it means to mean that the day and the excitement are over. My family and I didn’t go out much, it didn’t bother me. I loved staying at that house. We did a lot of things there. I was taught to ride a two wheel bike, play with our neighbors' dog, and make more drawings for my window. Ok, so there wasn’t much to do, but it was enjoyable to me and it was worth it. As I left that home, I cried for days. It was so heartbreaking, because it meant that I wouldn’t be able to go to Caitlin’s house or play with the neighbor’s dog, ride down the street on my two wheel bike. I so miss that home. I would never stop thinking about it. I will remember that home by pictures. I have countless pictures of that home. I love the person who invented the camera!!
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