Although, the house I live in now is the only place I have ever called home, my house cannot say the same about me. There were many people who lived in this house before I arrived. My house was built in the early 1900’s and my family moved in a few months before I was born in the summer of 1987. Over the years this house has taken a few beatings and lived to tell the tale. There was a fire, a flood and it seems like countless leaks. Windows have broken, ceilings caved in and holes in the walls. The house has witnessed many good times as well. There have been birthdays, graduations and weddings to celebrate. Most importantly my house has always been there for me as a place of refuge. When times were bad I knew I could always come home to feel safe.
My house is definitely not the same as when it was originally built. Over the years there have been various forms of construction and remodeling. Rooms have been totally redone while others have been added on. Although my house has gone through these transformations it still contains the squeaky floors of an old house.
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