I grew up in a little house that was red. You could hear through the walls. I hated having the bed room right next to the bathroom when somebody was sick. I hummed alot.
I used to chase my sister through the house where we spent alot of time alone, just the two of us.
I used to rollerskate in the garage, and in the basement.
I had 11 cats. Not all at once, grant it, but they were all stray. Momma, the black long haired persian, was the best. (But also considerably house trained. She wondered gracefully into our lives and plopped down four kittens for us.)
I once killed my pet bunny. Starvation and cold weather. I'm sorry.
