My First Home

My First Home

There is one place in this world that can easy my mind and that place is 1381 Fetter Rd Lima Ohio. That is the first home I lived in, and I all ways find my self thinking about it. I don’t know what it is about the place and why it does what it does for me. I think it is how every one person has there one sole mate, and they also have one place that can make them feel like nothing will ever go wrong.

Let me walk you threw my house and describe the things that I love and that make me love this place so much. As you walk up to the house there is a porch that you have to take two steps to get on. The porch is made out of old concrete that has been weathered for years, and there are small holes in it all over the place as if it was walked on by men with steal cleats on. When you walk in side you have to open a big red door that makes a loud screeching sound as if it was yelling at you. Then as you walk in to the home you will look up and see a big chandelier it look as if the ceiling has stalagnites hang from it. Then you will walk strait in to the kitchen and there is a big window that is looking out in to a thick forest, and in the hot summer days you can open the window and hear the birds and you will start to think that your in the woods by your self. When your in the kitchen you will see a big wooden dinner table and it looks as if it could not hold any thing up, because of the way it looks rotted out. The lacker on it makes it look as if it was just waxed like a new car. When you to the front of the kitchen you will see the stove that is silver and shiny. Looks as if it is asking you to make some thing on it. After you have made your self some thing to eat and ate it on the wooden dinner table you will walk in to the living room. The leaving room has a fire place in it that was always on. the smell of the burring wood fells the house and feels as if it is worming your sole. The red bricks that border the fire place has a caulk on it and when you touch it...

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