In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Our House.”
What are the earliest memories of the place you lived in as a child? Describe your house. What did it look like? How did it smell? What did it sound like? Was it quiet like a library, or full of the noise of life? Tell us all about it, in as much detail as you can recall.
As far as I can remember, I used to run around with no underwear
and that felt fine
As far as I can remember, my house was a mess but I know it’s because of me and that was fine
As far as I can remember, there were times it was so noisy and times so silent and that I know was normal
As far as I can remember, my house was both a library and a noise . It was even a paradise for the house was so green with flowers and ponds everywhere. My house was a kingdom.
My Grandmother is a librarian and sometimes I play my dolls in her library. The school was my neighbor.
I didn’t understand some words before and didn’t even know how to read ‘orange’ but I used to doodle things in books, in walls or even my babysitter’s face.
I was a mad kid shouting around , “I will be known by everyone in the world! I am the greatest artist who will live!”
As far as I can remember, I was the ruler of our house and I ruled!