Here are some pictures of my childhood home. I remember going over when I was 2 or 3 while it was being built. We had to climb the ladder to the 2nd story. I remember being really scared because it was dark, and I was worried that I was going to fall. I think the house had about 5000 square feet, but I'm not sure if that included the basement or not. The basement is where my dad had his workshop, and where the dark room at the bottom of the stairs, to my young mind, was where the Incredible Hulk lived. I'm sure that my parents hid our Christmas gifts in there because there was no way that I was going to enter that room.
It looks pretty good for a house built in the 19?0's. The family that bought it after we moved is still there. I am always tempted to go knock on the door and ask if I can look around to see how it looks.
My mom who is a teacher used to run a preschool out of our home. There was a room that was large enough for a classroom, and it was always full. I thought it was so cool that I could go to school in my own house.
The last picture is what our view was from the front windows of the house. We overlooked the Great Salt Lake. It seemed a lot bigger when I was younger.
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I have a childhood memory of that house. Hmmm, it involves a pipe chair, older sisters, an imaginary bus. . . .hmph hmph hmph
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