Favorite Place

My favorite place when I was young was my house. We had a huge yard. In the yard there were many trees and flowers, and some of the trees were very big and tall. My family house was the only house that had so many big trees in the neighborhood. It was a big white house with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. My favorite room was the living. The living room is the first room when entering the house. This room is filled with very lively furniture. Comfortable, tan leather couches, colorful rugs over the bare wood floor, and a large display case with pictures, books, and many memories of friends and family. And I mustn’t forget about the enormous window that, during the day, will let as much sunlight and energy in the room as it possibly can. I used to lie on the couch to read a book, or have a nice afternoon nap. My family raised a dog. Whenever the dog had puppies, my parents usually gave the puppies to people in the neighborhoods. I usually played hide and seek with the dog. My house was in the center of the yard, so if I ran fast and turned the corner quickly, the dog couldn't see me. When I ran, the dog followed me, but she usually went the wrong way. There was a veranda, and on the other side of it, there were no stairs, so the dog couldn't follow me anymore. The dog had to stop running, and I stopped, too. I would stare at the dog for a while and then begin to run again. Then she went back to the stairs and started again, trying to catch me. But before she found me, I hid at the top of the house. Then she would look around to see where I was. I had a lot of fun making her confused. In my yard there was a sand box, where I liked to put all my favorite toys there. I would sit in the sand box for hours to play with my toys and listen to the birds singing. I would watch a colony of ants moving in the sand or a spider building his new spider web in the early morning, and sometimes I watched a spider catch a bug and roll it into its web.