I was in fifth grade at the time of my move and I decided to play on a coed team at the local recreation department. During that time I met tons of new friends that I still have to this day. Soccer has always encouraged me to make new friends of either gender. My soccer coach that I had during fifth and sixth grade was impressed with my skills and coming from a male to a female that made me feel very proud. I have never had any negative comments from any male or female when playing a sport which I take to heart. If I can please everyone including myself then everyone is happy in the end.

I have always been a tomboy from what I remember. Playing and interacting with the opposite gender has always been a part of my life. I have three brothers and I would not change it for the world. Growing up with a male dominated family never made me think twice about being a female, especially when it came to playing sports. My dad has always played the role of teaching my brothers and I all of our athletic skills and abilities. My mom had the role of supporting my brothers and I at our games. What helped me gain confidence was that my dad never favored any of us when it came to teaching. Having experienced interaction with the opposite gender during my entire childhood helped me become a better teammate and person when it came to playing sports with both genders.

As I changed from elementary school to high school I had a strong but positive gut feeling that soccer would still remain to be my number one main sport. When I was in seventh grade and found out that there was no other choice but to play on a varsity level soccer team I knew I would just have to go with the flow. Being able to experience a varsity level soccer team at such a young age is what really helped me realize that I can play with anyone. The experience was of a lifetime and I enjoyed every second that it offered. I knew that if I had enough confidence to play with girls who were two and three times as large as myself then I should have the same feelings towards playing with the guys.

I have never compared myself to any male or female before because I feel that we are all equally different from one another and that is what makes us who we are. I am aware of the fact that not all women play sports or go through a tomboy phase like myself. The concept that not all males are jocks never came as a surprise to me either. Everyone is different in their own special ways. When all my coaches and guy friends watched our soccer games and took the time to recognize that I had a special love and talent for soccer, it gave me more confidence to never give up even when the girls’ team that I was on had no shot of winning a game. Being on a losing girls team never caused me to lose any confidence in myself or the team.

I still remember to this day when my varsity soccer coach told me that I would be starting in a game. I could not even express in words how I felt that day. Just the fact that my coach was willing to replace a varsity player for a seventh grader really gave me a reason to play soccer to the best of my ability. When some of the guys heard that I was starting for a varsity game they seemed to be pretty impressed.

The day after my big game I was approached by a bunch of my guy friends who asked me if I wanted to join their indoor soccer team that they were creating for the winter season. I became speechless and was filled with honor. I was just nervous because I was worried how other teams in the league would react to me being the only girl. Then I realized I could not care less as to what other people think of me. Soccer is the love of my life and I play it because it has helped shape me into who I am now.

Every time I entered the bright green turf field I would end up having butterflies in my stomach. That changed once I eventually got used to the feeling of being the only girl on the field. My nervousness never got the best of me. I would always play to the best of my ability no matter what. I never allowed myself to be distracted by anything or anyone. I was in the zone when it came to playing soccer.

Fortunately for me all the guys who were on my team were my friends from school. I never felt weird when I was with them; I guess you could consider me as being one of the boys. The guys that I hung out with never really cared if I was one of them or not. They would still treat me as an equal on and off the field. Being treated as an equal to a male helped me realize that I can do everything the same that a guy can and perhaps even better at times.

What really grinded my gears is when guys from the opposite team would become less intense when they came close to me. This just gave me a chance to show them that I can take whatever they deliver to me and I will not be a girl about it. The one time that I showed a guy what I was made of was when I accidently shattered his shin. It proved to all the guys that even though I am petite I can still be powerful. After that accidental incident guys started to play with more intimidation than previous games. I was happy to see the changes in the games. It took time but the guys started to take notes and realize that not all girls play like girls once they are on a field. In the end I am just girl who has a fierce love and passion for the game of soccer.

When our team was labeled as the number one team for the indoor soccer league it made me come to the realization that I was finally part of a winning team for once. As I explained before winning does not mean anything to me, it was just a nice change for once. I am just so incredibly content that the opposite gender would take the time and consideration to even think about including me a female to join a team of theirs.

I continued to play soccer in the spring with the boys which, instead was an outdoor team. I still enjoyed playing outside as much as I played indoors. The fresh smell of spring and green grass always motivated me to play every year until I went to college. My favorite part about playing spring soccer with the boys was that they were never shy about getting down and dirty in the slippery mud which literally covered the entire field. That is perhaps my fondest moment dealing with soccer. Girls care too much about getting dirt on their uniforms and I loved getting dirty with mud all over me. It proved to people on the field that it is okay if they push or shove me. If I push and shove someone I want them to challenge me. I do not want people to think just because I am a girl they have to go easy on me; that is not how the world works these days.

When I reminisce about the past I ponder about where I would be without soccer? Soccer has always been a door opener in many ways. It has allowed me to work at a children’s camp that teaches the fundamentals of how to play soccer. Soccer has given me many opportunities to meet new people from all over the world as well. I have never given soccer a second thought even when I was struggling with life itself. If soccer has not given up on me then I do not see why I should give up on it.

Times have changed for females for the most part and I am happy that I can truly experience every moment of it. I have never looked back in regret when thinking about my experiences with soccer. I live my life day to day and would not take back a single second whatsoever. If I had the opportunity to do it all over again I would.

I never really dealt with bias or sexism until I joined the indoor soccer league. I always assumed that I was just like one of the guys but apparently not all guys feel the same way. Indoor soccer taught me a tremendous amount of lessons. I learned that there are times where it would make a male feel better if he were going against another male instead of a female. I do not feel that it makes a difference to be honest. If I am willing to play against a league of the opposite sex then they should be willing as well. I have gained a decent amount of confidence for myself and I am proud and satisfied that I went against the odds and tested the waters for myself and my own good.

If I had to describe the perfect life I would say that moderation would be the key word. No one wants too much of anything because then the person would not be perfect. If a person is at a comfortable state of mind then I feel that that person could be considered to be living the perfect life. If an individual is proud of their job, family, and with themselves then that screams perfect to me. People do not have to have all the money in the world to live the perfect life.

Why would someone want to live the perfect life? Where is all the fun in that? I think my life is just fine and it is far from perfect. I enjoy having chaos in my life it keeps me sane. I could not imagine a life where everything all falls into my lap without me putting in any effort. I want to earn and work for my money and responsibilities. I do not want things just handed to me on a golden platter. I think the perfect life for anyone is satisfaction. If a person is satisfied with their life and how they are living it then in their eyes they are living the perfect life.

I have always lived on E-Ville Avenue with all my family as far as I remember. The one weird concept that I never really took into consideration was the fact that I never went to the same school as my siblings. I always had separate friends from my brothers and sisters and just a different way of thinking too. What was weird though was that when I asked my friends if they wanted to come over to my house they always told me that I should come to their house instead. I never understood their reasoning because I did not know what was wrong with my house except the obvious. I guess living on E-Ville Avenue, brands whoever lives there for life and that is the consequence that I have to live with even though I am not what everyone believes. Everyone assumes that whoever lives on E-Ville Avenue is a villain of some kind and that is why parents who have children that are so called “normal” do not allow them on that particular street whatsoever. This always bummed me out because my parents thought the same exact way towards the families who had “normal” children too and I was caught directly in the middle. My parents encouraged me to play with children who are more like my siblings than me so I could work on my super villain abilities.

My relationship with my siblings was different because for one thing I have ninety-nine of them and second of all they are all super villains. I somewhat get along with my brothers and sisters but most of the time they all went on their own to cause mischief throughout the neighborhoods. I was always picked on because my siblings new that I would never get them back. This all needed to change for my own sake.

One day after school I came home off of the bright yellow bus as usual and noticed something different about myself. I did not know what was happening to me so I ran into my house and tried to find my parents but no one was home. This was really odd in the sense that everyone was always home before I came home from school. This made absolutely no sense whatsoever. I quickly found a place to lay down and immediately passed out.

The next thing I noticed after I woke up was that every single member of my family was surrounding me. I had no idea what was happening to me because I still felt really funny inside and out. My parents told me that everything was going to be just fine and that I may be out of school for a few days. This has never happened to me since I never ever got sick. I did not know what was going to happen to me next but my parents reassured me that I was going to be just fine.

I woke up the next morning feeling a little bit better but still not one-hundred percent. My parents came into my room to ask me how I was doing and then they whispered to each other that the time was almost near. Now I had no idea what in the world they were talking about and it just made me even more nervous about what was happening to me.

My parents would not allow me to go back to school after I told them that I felt much better and was ready to go back. They told me that I could not go back to school because of a reason that they could not discuss with me just yet. I wondered about their suspicious behavior and what they had told me, all day long and still I had no idea what to think of it. I could not put the puzzle pieces together just yet so I knew I had to investigate.

I discreetly tip-toed to my parent’s room to do some investigating on them. They were talking in a whisper so it was not easy to make out what they were saying to one another. I found a toy that my brothers and sisters would use to listen to what people were saying from far away and it seemed to be the right tool for the occasion. I turned the toy on and everything was extremely loud and clear.

My parents were talking about me which obviously caught my attention. They were discussing how the time has come but they did not mention what exactly. This was driving me bonkers because I wanted to know so badly what exactly was happening to me. I knew obviously it was not a life or death situation but still I wanted to know.

As I was spying on my parents I accidentally sneezed. This obviously caught my parent’s attention and I was busted.  They asked me to come in to their room because they had something to tell me. To me it seemed like a bitter sweet moment since finally I can find out what was really going on with me but there was also the possibility that I could be in trouble at the same time. So I asked my parents what was wrong and they told me to sit down on their bed. I sat down on their bed, which is possibly the coziest place in the world and it is a place where I always feel safe. My parents quietly told me that I was becoming one of them. Now by one of them did they mean a super villain or an adult? I asked them to be more specific, and they answered that I was finally becoming a true family member of the super villain clan. This really began to excite me because now I will finally feel respected by everyone in my family especially by my brothers and sisters.

Now I had the chance to be a somebody in my family. My brothers and sisters all had their super villain initiation when they were first brought into the world and now it is my time to shine for once. During initiation we were able to choose our own super villain name and costumes; you know the whole nine yards. I would never give this moment for anything in the world. I finally feel like I am where I belong. This was possibly the best feeling anyone could endure.

I learned that this process took a lot of patience whether I liked it or not. I now get along with my siblings and I am attending the same school as they are and could not be any happier. I truly do believe the name E-Ville Avenue speaks for itself now and I am happy to be a part of it.

I do not believe that I am an adult because I do still live under my parent’s roof and they still support me. I do not really care whether I am considered to be an adult or not right now because I know the time will come soon enough. Everyone has to grow up eventually but that does not mean that they have to give up on being a little immature or childish at times. I mean I think I can be mature at times but yet again I have plenty of moments where I am as immature as they get. That is called having a personality in my opinion. I am not saying adults do not have personalities but sometimes when people recognize what being an adult really means they sort of take it to heart a little too much and tend to be boring or just think they are the king of the world. Taking the world “adult” does not mean that you have to become it literally.

When people think of old people they probably think of the words slow, boring, smelly, nursing homes,  and so on. That is so not true and it is unfortunate that that is how we feel about old people. I know plenty of old people who could outrun me any day. Plus not all old people live in nursing homes either. There are communities that the elders can live in and be as active as they want. So when people think of adults they probably think of words such as boring, mature, work, and marriage. People think that once they become adults that this all happens to them at once but obviously it takes time. Some people just do not want to grow up because becoming an adult scares them. People who decide to never grow up usually end up living with their parents for the rest of their lives. They just do not want to go out into the real world and find a job for themself. Age does not matter when it comes to adulthood. Whether you are fifteen or fifty it really does not matter. I know plenty of young adults who are sixteen and seem to be more mature than people who are in their thirties. That is why I believe that becoming an adult is based on the person not a person’s age.

My parents are very good parents but I always thought of them as being too protective of me. I am the only girl in my family besides my mom and I feel that it can have its advantages and disadvantages. I have three brothers two are younger than me and one is older. I feel that my brothers have more opportunities than I do at times. It is a bummer at times because I know the reasoning behind it is because they are males and I am a female.

My parents are obviously not bias at all they just want to protect their only daughter. I understand their worries about me most of the time but sometimes it just seems to get a little ridiculous. I mean seriously I thought we were all equal here but apparently not.

I am the same age as my brother was two years ago and my parents still do not allow me to participate in the me activities as my brother did when he was my age. Last summer I had to live with my brother at my house in Moultonborough because my parents did not want me to live on my own. I felt like that was a burden on my brother. It seems like he “had” to live there with me because my parents made him. My parents did not feel that I would be safe enough living on my own. Even when my brother told them that I was capable of living on my own they still had him live with me. This summer is hopefully different though.

I announced to my parents that I am yet again living in Moultonborough whether my brother is living with me or not. For some odd reason my parents did not hold any arguements against me. I think my parents realized that I am responsible and I am able to take care of myself when I am on my own. I take it as a compliment in a way. They finally respect the fact that I am becoming my own person now and eventually I will be living on my own and that this is probably a good time to test out my abilities before I go out into the real world. For some people though, parents just don’t understand.

If I had to give advice about safety for children no matter what the age, I would simply just want the person to know that being open with your child is the most important when communicating with them. Being open allows both the parent and the child to communicate in a smoother way than if the child and parent never talk with one another. Being supportive will also allow a good relationship to form between a child and parent.  I am pretty open with my parents and they support me in every way.

Truman seems to be bored and unhappy with his same old routine lifestyle. He wants to get out and explore the world but his wife and friends are keeping him away from his dreams. He does not understand why his life seems so perfect in many ways but so unfulfilled at the same time. Truman does not want to live the perfect life anymore. He wants adventure in his life for once but even Truman’s best friend from grade school, Marlon tries to talk him out of achieving his adventurous goals.

Even though Truman’s life seems attractive there are still plenty of unattractive qualities just as well. Nothing is perfect and neither is Truman’s life in any sense.

I would want to have chameleon-like powers if I were to be a villain. Having powers such as these would make it impossible for anyone to figure out who I really am. With the chameleon powers my voice would also change to whoever I change myself into for the time being. I do not want fire, wind, earth, water, or any of those sort of powers. I want powers that make me blend in with the crowd. It seems silly but I bet if villains had this power they would get away with more crimes than they already do.

The only down side of becoming a villain is the laziness. I would probably be the laziest villain ever. They have to be creative with their ideas and strategies that regard their crimes. I would more than likely become a one man crew because as a villain you cannot trust anyone. I would not need help with any of my crimes.

I do not want any particular villain apparel. If I want to blend in with the crowd then I will wear whatever is in style at the time. I would never want a cape because I am possibly one of the clumsiest people around and that is one less thing that I would need to slow me down as a villain. What villain even wears a cape in the first place? I do not know of any. I would not even need a cape anyways since I am afraid of heights. My crimes will be on ground level at all times.

Being a villain just seems to have more perks than a superhero ever would. Superheros can never be lazy because they always have to be alert of everything that goes on around them at all times. Where is the fun in all of that?

Yes staying active during high school looks better than nothing but still it was not everything that schools work looking for. My parents always told me that I needed grades too not just sports and I never really took interest in believing them. Personally deep down I know I should have listened to my parents. I was not looking to go into any Ivy League schools or anything but I definitely did not want to go to a community college either. That was my worst nightmare. I wanted to go to a school where there were kids of all intelligence. I know that it sounds like I am bashing on community colleges but it was just not the place where I imagined myself spending my four years of college.

I wanted to prove to my parents that I was better than any community college had to offer. I wanted them to be proud of me just like they were of my older brother who was accepted to McGill which is a fairly good school. I did not want them to think I was a dumb jock. I had decent grades during high school and took classes that were challenging. Sometimes it just did not seem to be enough. I have never been a straight A student but none of my three brothers really have been either so that always took a load off of my shoulders. I always tried but sometimes it just did not work in my favor.

The one thing that I was not looking forward to the most was the SAT’s. I knew that this would be the toughest tasks to overcome when applying to schools because taking tests are not my cup of tea. I studied for the SAT’s like it was my job and I still did not receive a score that was remotely eye pleasing. I remember my parents telling me that colleges would not except my unfortunate score and that I may as well think about what community college I should apply to. This was probably one of the prime moments where I chose not listen to my parents and it actually did not backfire in a bad way.

I remember discussing with my guidance councilor about my poor performance with the SAT’s and she said I had nothing to worry about because there were colleges that did not even look at SAT scores and I told her to sign me right up. My guidance councilor motivated me to apply to the colleges that I was actually interested in going to. She gave me information about myself that I did not even know. My grade point average was much better than I ever thought it was even though I was not receiving straight A’s. She also made me realize that not all schools were looking for the perfect student and that made me much happier during the application dilemma.

I am happy that I listened to myself and not my parents when this situation came up because who knows where I would be now. Even though I was not accepted to every college that I applied to I still managed to get myself into a decent school where my older brother was too. It was not the simple fact that my brother was there so I am just as smart as him. It was the fact that I had applied myself enough to prove to my parents that I am better than community college material.

I remember my mom was in the kitchen when I opened the large envelope from the school that I was hoping to get into. I was aware that large envelopes were usually a good thing when it came to college admissions. When I opened the envelope I remember my eyes heading directly towards where either  “Congratulations!” or “We regret to inform you” would be commonly placed on the paper. I could not believe my eyes and my mom could just tell from my facial expressions that I had finally over came my search for the right college. My mom was just as excited as I was and as she was hugging me she told me how proud she was of me and that just made me feel like a million bucks right away.

My parents have always been supportive of everything that I do but getting into college stressed them out as much as it stressed me out. I know that if I were in the same situation as my parents that I may have been just as worried about my child getting into college too. I wanted to make sure to make my parents proud of me and that is just what I did. I know that my parents can be sometimes harsh on me but it usually works out in the end and I am happy that they pushed me a little so I can be prepared for the real world.

I was not too content when my parents told me – what I considered at the time – “bad” news. I remember thinking; why in the hell would my parents want to adopt another child? We already have three kids in the family as it was, so there was no real need for one more kid at all. Our family had a good thing going with just the five of us, and now we will be adding one more. The thought of our financial status was the worst part, I mean seriously how much is it to adopt a kid these days? I just could not imagine my life with a third brother. I felt that my whole life was going to be ruined; which just goes to show how selfish I can sometimes be.

Dan has always been a great kid and hopefully will continue to be. He has had his share of bad moments though, like all children his age. When we first purchased or adopted – it all means the same to me – Dan he was quite the wild child. He used to be downright crazy and he did not know how to control himself, let alone us trying to control him too. My mom sort of regretted the fact that she indulged on yet another child. I remember her telling me “I think I may have made a mistake,” and I always responded at the time with a very sarcastic, “yup!”

I knew my mom did not make a mistake though when I thought about the situation in its entirety. I have another younger brother, who was also adopted from Romania, and I myself am adopted from Russia and we turned out just dandy. My mom just could not figure out what made Dan so different from how we were when we were first adopted.

I never thought of Dan as being that crazy, maybe it was just because we always dumped him with my mom once he started to act different. I always think of younger kids as being little terrors underneath their sweet, innocent, little faces.  Dan was the epitome of those qualities and characteristics. Underneath his cute, little, innocent act that he put on for people he was not familiar with, he was clearly the devil’s child and I mean that in the nicest way possible. I still remember when my friends first met Dan and they all commented on how adorable and precious he was. I just remember telling them very bluntly, but as politely as I could, “try to live with him.” They all just laughed it off but I was being totally serious. No one knew how Dan was until they actually lived with him for at least a complete twenty-four hour day and that would have been an experience of a life time to say the least.

Dan now has improved so much that he does not even seem to be that same little crazy Romanian boy that my parents adopted five years ago, thank God. He is a pretty cool kid and that is why we call him “Dan the man” or the “dude”. I remember when I first called Daniel, Dan the man. I did not really think too much of it and neither did he; that is why I continue to call him by that most of the time. My dad has names for all of us and Daniel’s has become the dude. I guess I can say that Daniel is my little brother who goes by many names.

I know as a little kid when my parents called me by my first name I always thought I was in trouble. “VALERIA ANN HUMER!” was always a good indication that I did something wrong if one my parents or babysitter said it out loud and in a certain tone. I guess I could have considered my reactions as sort of like a dog’s in a way, because when dogs are being yelled at in a certain tone they know that they are in some sort of trouble and it goes the same way for a child. That is a really bad analogy but the truth hurts sometimes.  Having a nickname always helped when figuring out if I was in trouble and had to hide for cover or not. I never really got into too much trouble though as a child, but Dan was a completely different story.

For the first year or two Dan was probably in his room for about a week’s worth of time every month because of all his timeouts.  I honestly thought it was still just the five of us on occasions. I guess we all learn from our mistakes as we grow up and Dan still has a ton of growing up to do. Dan is possibly one of the most unpredictable people I know.  As young as Dan is, he has quite a few talents up his sleeve. Dan has always been extremely creative and very artsy; he can draw basically anything that he sees or imagines. Dan sings whatever comes to mind or on the television. He is also a very good companion to go to the beach because he likes to play in the ocean and is full of energy. I am usually the one to tan when I go to the beach, but Dan gets me motivated to be active and have fun with the time that I have with him. Dan is also quite the ladies man if I do say so myself. He always strikes up conversations with both older and younger females. It is pretty much the cutest thing I get to experience as an older sister. As I said before Dan is just full of good intentions.

I will never regret or take advantage of the time that I spend with my wonderful little brother. Yes he can be a handful at times, but all younger siblings usually tend to be. I enjoy every nano-second when I am with the dude. I try to hang out with Dan the man as much as I possibly can especially in the summer since that is when I am usually home with my family. I take him to the beach when I am home if he feels like it and we both usually have the time of our lives. I know that he looks up to his older siblings and I want to keep it that way. I want him to know that he can come and talk to me about anything and that I will always be there for him if no one else is. I could not imagine my life without the dude. I know now that our family would be missing out on too much if my parents had decided not to adopt Dan. He is the last puzzle piece to the Humer family, and I am glad that my crazy little Romanian brother Daniel Michael Humer filled the position.

My house in Moultonborough, New Hampshire seemed to be it was at its fullest capacity before my parents decided to adopt Dan. Our house seemed to be as comfortable as it possibly could be. I never imagined in a million years that there was room for just one more additional person. I knew that once my family made the final decision to adopt Dan that the house would be just as much as his as it is mine and everyone else in my family. My parents made their decision and it happened to be the right one in the end because they knew that everything was going to work out just fine for all of us. I knew my parents would not follow through anything that we as a family would not feel comfortable doing. When I realized that they made the right decision when it came to both adopting Dan and moving to Moultonborough I was well aware that I was in no position to complain.

I have lived in quite a few different houses throughout my life but my favorite one of them all is in Moultonborough, New Hampshire. I have always lived in large houses because of the size of my family. I have five family members not including me and a bunch of pets. We all fit comfortably in our house that we have now and that is what matters to my parents most.

The house is two levels plus a finished basement. It did not begin as a two level plus a finished basement though when we first were interested in the house. I remember my mom cried the first time she laid her eyes on the house because it was so ugly and pathetic. Luckily, my dad made a deal with my mom that she could fix it up if they bought it and so they did.

It took quite a long time for the house to be renovated but we all stuck together as a family. It was the summer of 1999 when the carpenters began the renovation project for the house. I still remember the incredibly loud wakening sounds of chainsaws, drills, hammers, and whatever other tools and machines carpenters use to renovate homes with. No one in my family received the sleep that they needed for that entire summer. It was well worth it when the renovation came to its end.

I remember the first time I had the chance to see the finished product. I went outside and walked the parameter of the new and improved house and I still could not handle the fact that it was finally over and done with. The front entrance is the best part of my house because of the open framework that the carpenters put in. It just goes to show that an ugly duckling can indeed turn into a beautiful swan in the end.

I used to sit at the front entrance throughout the summer that my family first moved to Moultonborough because it was my comfort spot at the time. I enjoyed looking at the trees and my mom’s new garden and just everything that New Hampshire had to offer. Remember I moved to New Hampshire all the way from Rockwall, Texas so this was quite a tremendous culture shock to me. My comfort zones have changed throughout the years since I have been living in Moultonborough.

One of my recent comfort spots in my house is the kitchen, the living room, or my bedroom. I chose all three of these spots because it depends on what my mood is that particular day. The kitchen is where I go when I feel hungry but still want to interact with my family but maybe not exactly all of them at the same time. I enjoy being in the living room if I want to interact with my entire family and pets.  My bedroom is where I go if I want to be alone, on my computer, listening to music, or if I am with friends. I am sure as I am older my comfort zones will change once again.

There are really no scary rooms that are in my house that I can think of. If I had to choose just one room in my house I would have to go with my dad’s workshop. It smells funky and it just has a cold and eerie feeling when anyone is in that particular room. That is the only room that a creep scale actually exists.

Every individual has at least one safe place in their house. There are two what I consider safe places in my house. My bedroom is one and the other is my parent’s bedroom. Bedrooms are usually the safe place for most individuals because it is where people go when they want to get away from it all. I chose my parent’s bedroom as well because their bed is so comfortable and their room has incredibly huge windows that bring in the sunshine’s bright rays. My parents always keep their bedroom at a crisp temperature that would make anyone want to stay there for the rest of their lives. Safe places usually consist of some type of comforting feeling and that is exactly what my parent’s bedroom and my bedroom have.

Everyone’s house usually has some kind of smell that is typical when a person walks in. My house’s best smells usually come from the kitchen where my mom, older brother, or I are cooking.  We have bunches of pets and sometimes that can make our house smell quite potent. When my mom is cooking it definitely helps get rid of the potent smells that lurk in our house.

I am not even aware of a quiet spot in my house. I can hear absolutely everything when I am in any room because my family is quite loud. Whether it is someone talking really loud, the television is at its highest volume level, loud music is being played, or just my little brother playing with his toys there is always some kind of noise going on in my house. I enjoy having a lively household because somehow it keeps me sane. I am not content with dead silence.

The house in Moultonborough makes my family who we are since we completely gutted it out. The house has my family’s special touches and it just works for us. I never notice the size of my house because it is furnished in a way where every room is filled with comfort. I never mind my little brother’s toys laying around and having clutter everywhere. We are a busy family and we do not typically have the time to stop with whatever we are doing to just clean and make everything in our house spotless. A house has to have some character to it, especially if there is a younger child in the family. I do not want to live in a house that has absolutely no personality to it and just feels cold and empty. I could not imagine growing up throughout my high school years in any other house other than Moultonborough.

It took quite a long time for the house to be renovated but we all stuck together as a family. It was the summer of 1999 when the carpenters began the renovation project for the house. I still remember the incredibly loud wakening sounds of chainsaws, drills, hammers, and whatever other tools and machines carpenters use to renovate homes with. No one in my family received the sleep that they needed for that entire summer. It was well worth it when the renovation came to its end.

I remember the first time I had the chance to see the finished product. I went outside and walked the parameter of the new and improved house and I still could not handle the fact that it was finally over and done with. The front entrance is the best part of my house because of the open framework that the carpenters put in. It just goes to show that an ugly duckling can indeed turn into a beautiful swan in the end.

I used to sit at the front entrance throughout the summer that my family first moved to Moultonborough because it was my comfort spot at the time. I enjoyed looking at the trees and my mom’s new garden and just everything that New Hampshire had to offer. Remember I moved to New Hampshire all the way from Rockwall, Texas so this was quite a tremendous culture shock to me. My comfort zones have changed throughout the years since I have been living in Moultonborough.

One of my recent comfort spots in my house is the kitchen, the living room, or my bedroom. I chose all three of these spots because it depends on what my mood is that particular day. The kitchen is where I go when I feel hungry but still want to interact with my family but maybe not exactly all of them at the same time. I enjoy being in the living room if I want to interact with my entire family and pets.  My bedroom is where I go if I want to be alone, on my computer, listening to music, or if I am with friends. I am sure as I am older my comfort zones will change once again.

There are really no scary rooms that are in my house that I can think of. If I had to choose just one room in my house I would have to go with my dad’s workshop. It smells funky and it just has a cold and eerie feeling when anyone is in that particular room. That is the only room that a creep scale actually exists.

Every individual has at least one safe place in their house. There are two what I consider safe places in my house. My bedroom is one and the other is my parent’s bedroom. Bedrooms are usually the safe place for most individuals because it is where people go when they want to get away from it all. I chose my parent’s bedroom as well because their bed is so comfortable and their room has incredibly huge windows that bring in the sunshine’s bright rays. My parents always keep their bedroom at a crisp temperature that would make anyone want to stay there for the rest of their lives. Safe places usually consist of some type of comforting feeling and that is exactly what my parent’s bedroom and my bedroom have.

Everyone’s house usually has some kind of smell that is typical when a person walks in. My house’s best smells usually come from the kitchen where my mom, older brother, or I are cooking.  We have bunches of pets and sometimes that can make our house smell quite potent. When my mom is cooking it definitely helps get rid of the potent smells that lurk in our house.

I am not even aware of a quiet spot in my house. I can hear absolutely everything when I am in any room because my family is quite loud. Whether it is someone talking really loud, the television is at its highest volume level, loud music is being played, or just my little brother playing with his toys there is always some kind of noise going on in my house. I enjoy having a lively household because somehow it keeps me sane. I am not content with dead silence.

The house in Moultonborough makes my family who we are since we completely gutted it out. The house has my family’s special touches and it just works for us. I never notice the size of my house because it is furnished in a way where every room is filled with comfort. I never mind my little brother’s toys laying around and having clutter everywhere. We are a busy family and we do not typically have the time to stop with whatever we are doing to just clean and make everything in our house spotless. A house has to have some character to it, especially if there is a younger child in the family. I do not want to live in a house that has absolutely no personality to it and just feels cold and empty. I could not imagine growing up throughout my high school years in any other house other than Moultonborough.

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