Writing 101………..day 11…size matters
Tell us about the home where you lived when you were twelve. Which town, city, or country? Was it a house or an apartment? A boarding school or foster home? An airstream or an RV? Who lived there with you?
Today’s twist: pay attention to your sentence lengths and use short, medium, and long sentences as you compose your response about the home you lived in when you were twelve.
A semidetached house. Towards the end of the tree lined street. Located relatively close to the Heathrow airport, the regular rumble of the distant aircrafts flying up ahead was part of the scenery for us.
Two floors to the house, upstairs bedroom on the right was my sister’s and my room. The window looked out onto the street and our front garden. The room was small but just perfect in our eyes. A vanity corner complete with a full length mirror. That mirror reflected us siblings, one on the cusp of her teenage years, the other already well into discovering the world of fashion, boys and all things ‘cool’! We were yet oblivious then to the significance of the role that mirror had played in perfecting our karaoke stance and skills for the future.
Our room was flanked to the left by the master bedroom and to the right by a tiny guest bedroom.
Downstairs comprised merely of the hallway, living room and kitchen.
The kitchen opened out into a medium sized back garden. A tiny apple tree in the garden being a source of much excitement for us kids. We fantasized and hoped to discover hidden treasures under that tree for many years!
Nearly all family occasions were celebrated in that kitchen since most celebrations revolved around large hearty meals. Birthday cakes cut at the dining table, culinary experiments carried out there and the morning papers read there too.
The living room was a family + TV + computer + office space + entertainment + afternoon nap room all rolled into one. The epicenter of all the domestic activity.
Many a green thumb experiment was tried and tested in our front garden. The garden saw many shades and colours of seasonal flowers through the years and I shall admit it’s fair share of weeds too unfortunately. None of us being particularly proficient in the art of gardening unfortunately.
Such was the home which saw my transition from a child to a teenager. We left that home many years ago but still carry with us fond memories of the days spent there.