Before I moved in the house which I lived right now I have been lived in three houses. The first home which is the house I start my life and lived for 3 years was in Shanghai, and I called it the old house. Unfortunately I almost forget everything about it. Then the next house is my earliest memory of home. It is an apartment with six floors and red roof. My home number is #202 which at the left side of the second floor. In the room the walls were printed white and there were two bedrooms, a kitchen, one bathroom, one living room, and a study room, add them together there are about 106 square meter room. Although it is not big, it was full of my precious memory. It was a very happy time that every day my family was having lunch and dinner at a square table in the kitchen, and we were chatting, eating, and caring with each other. I remembered that every times I fight or argued with my mom if I lost or she got very angry, I would locked myself into the study room then she can’t got me and I could play game on computer. At that house I had my own bed room, but l seldom sleep in it. I rather sleep in the big bed room with my parents, I sleep with them until I was ten for some reason I was scared to sleep alone for a long time when l was thinking back it seems childish although I was a child. I don’t like that bathroom because it is cold and wet, so sometimes I felt so cold. Outside the building there is a garden where I could have fun and play.
