As the removal men arrived to move all the packed cases and the box's
which were filled to the brim. I had spent my younger years in that
house, I can remember all the good times, and I can see all of them in
my head. D-day had finally arrived! Time had flown and I couldn't
believe it had gone. It seems just like yesterday that the house was
complete with people I loved the most, but now it just seems so blur a
particular recollection of the past.
I stood alone in the centre of the living room, I only remember seeing
an unoccupied house that was so silent that I anyone could hear a pin
drop. With my eyes firmly shut I try to remember all the things that
happened to me during my occupancy in the house. Some memories are
good and others not so good. Every room reminds me of a story, a story
of my life changes and what was to happen in my future.
As I approach the kitchen, I can see the cooked products my mum used
to bake. The smell of the fresh bread baking, the mouth-watering
curries were simply divine. I can still picture my family sitting
around the table on a special occasion, with the head of the table
carving the roast. I am sitting on the chair eating away those lovely
scrumptious tasting roast potatoes, mushy peas and the Yorkshire
puddings. Christmas was especially wonderful, the table was always
full with Christmas trimmings and crackers that everyone enjoyed
pulling them just to have a silly hat on their heads. The meal itself
took hours to prepare and then we had the smell of the food
circulating around the house, it took hour to plough through, with
starters, main meal and the pudding and then mints and coffee. The
home-made mince pies were always kept until teatime because we had
stuffed ourselves with eating the dinner. Spending the day together
meant a lot to me and I will cherish it forever.
Slowly wondering up the stairs to see the room, which I spent most of
my time as a young child, I...