1994: I remember the day relatively clear. It was bright and sunny outside. My cousin and his parents visited our house and his dad was helping my dad build a wooden fence around the back of our house. Earlier this year, my Grandfather came over to the house to install tiles on the wall in our kitchen.
1995: My mother was expecting her second child. A girl. Her room was built as preparation for her arrival in January of 1996. I remember the baptism party we held at our house, even.
1997: We dumped an old Sharp console TV for a new, cable-ready Panasonic model.
1999: We built our family room where our basement used to be, around this year. I remember being home-schooled in the first grade and wanted to take breaks to see the work going on it.
Unfortunately, all good memories come to an end. I turned 15 that last month. In December 2006, nearing Christmas time, our house was sold officially and we moved out into a much older cape-cod style home. This concludes my nostalgia for today.