Home is sweet Home, a famous saying from the past. There is no place like home and home is not a home without inhabitants. When I was told to write about a place, which has special meaning to me, the very first thing came across my mind was my house. To be more specific with the location is the basement. The interior of my basement is simple. Just like myself, and is special to me and in several ways. This particular room symbolizes many of the aspects of my personality and things I do. It basically consists the stereo system, CD player, television, bed, and pictures of my family members and my working out equipment. But in this simplicity, is where I belong. .
My family consists of my parents and four children, my three siblings and me. My eldest brother goes to University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign and so is never around. This leaves me with my two sisters to whom I can't really relate. Having different perspectives and viewpoints on issues creates a distance between my family members and me. Simply I would say that I am different and don't really belong. I am more open-minded and am curious on experimenting with new things, however, the others don't feel the same way. I tend to feel left out and this is why I spend most of my time in the basement, away from everyone else. I keep myself isolated because I believe the less contact made, the less conflicts will occur. The basement provides me with my personal space and gives me time to myself. .
Besides my passion for Pakistan and my religion, music is another element I am truly fond of. Not only does it entertain me but rather it depicts a lot of feelings and emotions that sometimes words can not. People mistake me to be an extrovert type of person just by judging me from my words and actions. However, I am an introvert because I don't usually reveal what is inside of me. Through music I can let out all the mixed feelings that are bottled up.
The interior of my basement is simple. ... The basement provides me with my personal space and gives me time to myself. ... My grandfather's picture is also placed in the basement and this also one of the reasons why I am so attached to the basement. ... As for me, the basement of my home is where I feel I belong. ... For me, my home is my basement....
My little home is probably the oldest house on my street. ... The little home and the property itself belonged to my grandfather Abraham Brown a decorated WWII veteran, and was later passed down to my father upon the death of my grandfather who willed it to me upon his passing. ... In those days I used to love to go into the basement which was a finished room and run around and play with my friends, but now I can barely even recognize the basement as it has suffered so much water damage and is such a state of virtual disrepair it does not resemble what it looked like in days long past. ... I...
And we had our own basement as well. ... This house's most interesting feature however had to be the basement. ... Usually on Friday and Saturday the basement got loud. ... After all the questioning and the searching of the basement the cops left. ... I found later why that happened, all those "parties" down in the basement were an illegal bar that my father had set up. ...
My senses are elevated as the front door opens. ... The basement itself looks like a traditional basement, lined with cylinder blocks, and an unfinished ceiling, that has exposed pipes and wiring. ... The basement door opens and granny yells from the top of the stairs down into the basement, "Ya"ll quit all that fighting now, it's time to eat anyway." ... My older brother yells as the four of us run up the stairs to get a plate. ... I wake up to dishes being washed over my head. ...
In the middle of the April, "92, my dad decided that during every anemy's attack we have to go to the bomb shelter. ... Basement walls were thick more than 3ft. 15 years ago basement was used as storage space for coal, but since we started to use electricity for hitting basement was neglected. We cleaned the basement and put everything in order as best as we could, but humidity and stuffy air stayed. ... My dad came first; he moved them to the safe place, and gives them first aid. ... On my dads face I saw that wounds were Sirius fortunately all kids survived. ...
My house is very old. ... Sometimes she lets my cat not only out of the basement, but outside too. My dad was once doing yard work early one morning and saw our cat meowing at the basement window. ... Whoever let my cat out of the basement had also re-closed the door and unlooked the back door to the outside. ... To my surprise, the TV is off and everyone in my house is fast sleep. ...
Shy, random and secretive according to Arnold "Mary is the smartest and strongest person I know who ever spent 23 hours a day alone in the basement. ... Her parents were devastated, they felt like failures "My mother and father had lost two kids to the outside world so says Arnold. ... "It was a dream come true, I love my life! I love my husband! ... Many people were struck by her death according to Arnold, "My dad started to cry, my mom was curled into a ball on the couch and Rowdy was crying; his face covered with tears". ...
It was a normal night for my family and I. It was a cold winter night in February, (February 14, 1994 to be exact) we were all snuggled up in the basement watching television. ... So I went to my room to think about what exactly I was going to say to my mom. ... After about fifteen minutes of thinking what I was going to tell my mom, I slowly started to walk down to the basement. I went up to my mom and whispered in her ear, "Mom I've got blood in my pee! ...
I walked in through the basement doors to find a massive amount of kids. ... The first thing I noticed was the basement was filled with smoke. ... There was a good fifty kids packed in this basement. ... I just opened the door, gave a big shout to everyone and then continued my way back down to the basement. ... The basement doors blew open and about fifty screaming panicking kids went running out. ...