Describe the house you grew up in. What was memorable about it?

MUHAMMAD DANI MIRZA Class: 2/5

            A house is a place, but a home is a feeling. I feel that my old home in Bukit Timah was the place I spent most time in growing up. It was where most memories were made. Three of the most distinct memories I had of the place were definitely my bedroom, the backyard, and not to mention the dining area.

            My bedroom was definitely not a big one, yet I still spent most of my time in there. Upon opening the squeaky, wood-laminated door, I would be greeted by rays of sunshine that illuminated through the long, wide windows which occupied half of the wall. In front of the windows was where my huge, metal-framed bed was located. The bed practically occupied half of the room and emphasized how tiny the room was. Above my bed was where my bookshelf was. Papers and books, all squeezed into one little space. Beside my bed sat a drawer which stored all my clothes and other necessities. Opposite my bed was a study table, crammed into the corner. There would be barely enough space for me to do my things, but well, I somehow made it work.

           Located outside the balcony was the backyard, where I spent most of my time playing basketball. The place was covered all over with grass and potted plants planted by my mother. Somewhere in the center was where the basketball hoop was located. I would often get an earful from my mother as I would accidentally break some of her plant pots. Technically, it was not all my fault as her plants were literally everywhere! Even though I frequently received scolding from my mother there, it never stopped me from doing what I love.

            Last but not least, the dining area. It was the place where many bonds were strengthened. Every now and then, I would help my mother prepare the table for dinner. The table was located right outside the kitchen to make it convenient for the transportation of food. It was the where my parents and I would share our days’ happenings. More often than not, the stories shared were pretty interesting and hilarious! This allowed us to know more about one another and strengthen our ties. Like they say, a family cannot function without a strong, unbreakable relationship.

             All in all, I feel that these places in the house were where I made most of my memories. Even though I am not living there anymore, I definitely miss that place a lot. I am sure the feeling of home is still strong there.