The Prompt: What was your favorite house and why? Describe it.
We lived in our favorite house for five years. It was my favorite because I loved our yard, our pets, the size of our house, and some of my best memories growing up were in that house. It was a grand red brick farmhouse made in 1910 or 1912. It had a huge kitchen, some ugly carpeting from the 70s, one bathroom (which was bad), a tiny balcony (that I regret not using more), and genuine hardwood floors upstairs. The wooden doors were a deep reddish brown, and the metal knobs were so old that they locked with a skeleton key. We each got to have our own room, plus a playroom, den, living room, and basement. We didn't go down their often because it was cold, dirty, and often smelled like mold.
Our house was covered with green ivy, and birds used to come nest in it. I loved waking up to the sound of them singing. We had many windows in that house too. My bedroom looked out the front of the house, and I remember seeing the trees and green fields. The house was situated on five acres of land, and in the winter it became our private winter wonderland. We had a barn, garage attached to a grain loft, a machine shed, and a small shed. We always had barn cats, along with about two house cats. So many places to explore and play. It was wonderful just to run free.
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