My Memorable Place: My Old House and the Forest

A memorable place.My old houseThe most memorable place for me was my last house. The house means almost everything. I grew up in this house and all memories from my childhood. Description of my old houseOn the right side of the house there was a nice big forest, and on the left side there were views over a large meadow, with a lake and walking cows in summer. The house was also near the beach. The house was a normal size and my room was cool. We had a big living room with a nice fireplace. We also had two shelters where I built many bikes. There were hedgehog and roe deer’s in our backyard. MemoriesEspecially our garden made a big impression on me. In our garden my sister and I played soccer and jumped on our springboard. We had our lovely dog, named Jolly. He was a longhaired German shepherd dog. I still miss Jolly. When I was home, Jolly always watched out for me. In our neighbourhood I knew all the people. I was secure, when I was home. When I was at the house, I was always happy and I got this feeling of warmness and love. It was the best feeling ever. I could do what ever I wanted, there was so much space and it was like the time completely stopped. For anybody else, it would just be a regular house, but for me it was special.My old special placeMy special place was the forest. I was ice-skating at winter, and in the summer time I was cutting wood-sticks, and built small shelters with some friends. When I got older, every weekend my friends and I played splatter war with softguns in the woods. I loved to be in the forest, I knew the forest better then my own pocket. Of course there was many bad things. One day I jumped over the lake and I felt in. Some of the shelters I built was destroyed by other people, and it hurts when I got shotted with a softgun. No matter what I still loved the forest. The forest was my special place.