My family lived in this house from when I was about a year old, until I was in middle school, when we moved to Fareway. It is a sweet little house, over a hundred years old. My parents bought it from my uncle for cheap; if they hadn’t bought it, he was planning to tear it down. But my mom remodeled the crap out of it, and made it really nice. It has a huge backyard, where my mom had a wildflower garden, and a vegetable garden. Down some limestone steps, we had a jungle gym, and a patch of trees we called “the jungle,” in which we built forts and houses for fairies.