I'm moving from my house.. and I've spent all my life that I can remember in this house...
Actually, there are a few scenes I remember from another house.. but who gives a shell about that?
Guess what... I'm moving across the street. It may sound funny, but it's very convenient. No changing schools, no being made fun of by MORE people, and no annoying 5th grade neighbors! (They're not allowed to cross the street
) The house is okay, it's much larger, my room won't be the size of a bathroom anymore, and I'll have cool 50s striped wallpaper in my new room. But there's a really bad part: seeing other people living in my old house, their children finding the clubhouse built behind the bushes/trees in front of the house (It's hidden), and seeing them growing up where I did just a few months ago.. It sound selfish, but that house was my whole world... I wasnt allowed to go anywhere else. I built the clubhouse myself, I climbed the "Big Tree" and put the marker up there when I was eight, I even helped build the porch addition onto the back of the house. Seeing some little kids ruining it will hurt...