Above is the picture of the house where I grew up. The house is still standing on it's original location, but it's been renovated, so it looks different. We lived here for a good eight years, before we move to a better and safer neighbourhood after the 1998 riots.
This house is much smaller than the house we live in now, and we don't have as much as we do now, but this house is the BEST. This is the place where our family is at it's best, quality wise. Not saying that we are not great now, but it was so much better before (maybe I felt this way because I was just a little kid before, so I don't know much about life) It's amazing how living small makes you feel more contented.
So many happy memories happened in this house. We play in the front yard a lot, and on the street as well. We rode our bikes, and catches fishes on the sewer, running around chasing dragon flies, or play with the neighbour on the street. Climbed over the wall to get into our neighbour's house, or play cards and exchanged sailor moon cards while we were sitting on the wall.
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