My Home as a child

I remember my families first home very vividly because I had lived there from the time I was born until my eighth grade year. My house had tan colored siding with maroon trim and shutters. It wasn't a big house but it wasn't small either. I can remember my parents both being very proud of that house because they bought a ran down house and fixed it up into a nice home. I think that they felt like they had accomplished something because my parents were of a very young age when they had my sisters and I. For them to be able to buy a house and fix it up really nice was really something because they were around my age when they did all of this.
The inside of the house was decorated very nicely. I remember that our kitchen had hard wood floors, the walls were tan and bordered by country apples. The kitchen cabinets matched the floor almost exact. Everything in our kitchen was done in country scenes and apples. I think this was kind of a fad a few years back. I had my own room. It wasn't big, but I liked the idea of getting away from my younger sisters. The two of them shared a much larger room.
Our house was located on the out skirts of Indianapolis in a small, but crowded neighborhood. We had neighbors all around us. Ones behind us, in front of us, and on both sides of us. My favorite neighbor was Ed. He was an older man and had two big dogs that I liked to play with . I loved playing with his dogs because I had always wanted one of my own, but my parents wouldn't ever let me get one. I remember that Ed used to always bring my sisters and I box turtles and frogs. I have no idea why this amused us, but it did. The funniest memory that I have about playing with the turtles is when my younger sister, Brittany, kissed it and it bit her top lip. She was screaming and the turtle wouldn't let go of her lip. When it did finally fall off she had a triangular shaped mark on her top lip.
I loved living in a neighborhood because I always had other kids to play with. I used to go play baseball or whatever kind of game we wanted to with some of the neighborhood kids that were around my age at the time. Most of them were boys, but it was still a good time. I used to go on bike rides through my neighbor hood and I remember learning to ride my bike at the elementary school nearby.
When my parents told me that we were moving to the country I was devastated. I loved living in the city. I was a total city girl and now I was being forced to live out in the boonies. When we first moved out this way I absolutely hated it because I missed everything about out old house. My friends, my school, and most of all our house. Now that I have lived in the country for five years I don't think I could ever live in a city again. Its weird to me that I went from hating the country to absolutely loving it.