My Childhood Home
I think everyone has beautiful house in their mind. I have wonderful place that made me happy lots of times. This place is meaningful for me because it is part of my country, India ,which I loved and where I grew up and it is place where I would expect such pleasure and enjoyement. My favorite place has always been my house in my country, it is just little things that make my house special to me.
We own a small four bedroom and two bathroom homes, which is very old. There was an old tree, a mango tree that was 30 years old. In front of the house, we have many types of flowers like yellow, blue ,purple, white, but nobody owned that place because it was governments property. It was very beautiful and peaceful for me. I went there all the time when I was nervous. That is why my house is my favorite place for me.
In India, I lived in Ahmedabad city. Ahmedabad city is well known for its diversified culture. People of Ahmedabad are very passionate about celebrating each and every festival. Every people celebrate all festivals together. Also Ahmedabad’s food is very famous in India. The typical Gujarati thali that served in restaurants consists of mouthwatering dishes.
In Ahmedabad “kankaria Lake” is very famous.
It is one of the most popular tourist places in Ahmedabad. A beautiful garden was located on the middle of the lake is known as “ Naginawadi ”. Whole lake decorated with colorful lights. At night it looks so beautiful. That is why I like my hometown very much. At first, the walls of my house were painted white, bit it was very colorful inside. The first part of my house was the living room. That was the room in which all the members of the family would gather and spend quality moments together. The master bedroom belongs to my parents. This was the biggest, most spacious and most beautiful room of the house. My favorite place in in my house was the living room because it was the place where I would do my favorite things, such as reading my books and watching TV. Next to the master bedroom was the kitchen followed by the guest room. In front of my guest room was my grandfather and grandmother’s room. Next to the grandmothers room was my sister and my room. My sister and l lived in one room and our room had one window, where we could see a mango tree. When we woke up in the morning time, I heard many bird’s voices. In our home three of the walls painted off-white and one wall was painted maroon. There were not many furniture, but we had a wooden bed, bookcase, table near the window. I was happy to have such room, because all my friends had ordinary room with single color walls, but me and my sister’s room was different. For this reason, l like my home and also I wish to have like this home in future. My house was place of my family gatherings on holidays. It was full of cheer and laughter. My father, uncle, my grandfather and grandmother gathered in the house on holidays and sitting down at the holiday dinners, could be seen making jokes about one another. In my house my grandfather and grandmother lived with us. In our house we also had tiny porch. On cool summer days, grandma and her friends were sitting down on the back porch for hours and talking about everything and anything imaginable; she was known as the neighborhood gossip queen. The back porch is everyone to sit and relax in warm and sunny breeze. Sometimes, on a warm sunny days my grandma and my mother made food outside and we all took dinner together. At night time, we all slept together under the sky and watched stars and enjoyed the moon light. I liked to sleep on cold swing and under the stars. In summer time, at night, my sister and our friends and I were walking around the street and also we played a lots of different games at night such as badminton, cricket, cards etc. there were many parks near my hometown so sometimes my friends and my sister, and I went together and there we stayed for hours of all parks a Bodakdev Park was my favorite. There my favorite place was a brown garden bench near big apple tree. Thus it is necessary to talk about my house of my childhood, because it is really wonderful place that make me feel happy for some period of time, when I was little and had a care free life. My childhood home had lots of good points, but it also had bad points. The bad point was that it was a polluted town because of the coal industry and also most of people lived in apartments because there was a little space available. It is really right to say for the conclusion that the house of my childhood was place where Felt safe and comfortable. My childhood home really was my favorite place to be. My home was My favorite place on the earth because it held my family together, protected all of us and kept all of us close to each other. At home I slept, ate, worked, helped my parents, cleaned up and cooked and do whatever I wanted to do, feeling cozy and warm. My house will always be my favorite place
