If I could have anything in the world, I think I’d just like to have a big house in a city. It doesn’t really matter which city, although I wouldn’t want to live in the South or the mid-West. I guess I would prefer to live in the New English area, or at least North East of the US. Or, California. I also wouldn’t mind living in Europe or Australia. If I’m thinking more long term though, I suppose I would prefer it to be somewhere that had low property taxes. Anyway, I’d just want a big house, because it’s cool to have a place to call your own, and I think having lots of rooms would be really fun. One of my dreams is to have a house with lots of rooms one day, and I’d get to just paint all the walls in every room something different or have different themes, like a water theme for the bathroom or an old-Victorian theme for the living room.
Trinkets
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I’m not sure if there’s anything that means a lot to me. I like collecting trinkets from different places I’ve been, but I don’t think I’d be too heartbroken if I lost them in a fire or something. I also have a lot of notebooks that I’ve collected over the years; some aren’t even finished, but represent me as a totally different person. I suppose those mean a lot to me, since they show me how much I’ve grown and changed over the years. I also have a box of letters that I like to look through, and a scrapbook my friends gave me when I moved a few years ago. I guess as long as there’s a memory attached to it, then it means a lot.
Our Dog
I had this one dog that my brother brought home about 5 years ago. She was registered under the name Angela Rain catcher. I enjoyed taking care of her and she seemed to be happy with me too. Although she is a shy type of dog, a Labrador breed, she still plays with me and always wagging her tail whenever she notices that I’m coming. It seems like she’s waiting for me the whole day at the doorsteps of our house. She used to eat dog food and I’ve also tried giving her dog supplements. But there are still times that she doesn’t feel like eating that I had to feed her using my bare hands just to make her eat. Until one day that I had to let her go. My brother brought her to his fiancé’s house because I’m about to give birth and no one will take care of her at home. I visited her once in a while but she died just this year after New Years Eve. Maybe she got suffocated by the smoke from fireworks.
Building Forts
My best friend in kindergarten and I would love to build forts. We would build forts almost everywhere, from the bedroom to the living room to our backyards to the playground at school. I remember her backyard had a lot of trees, and we built a huge fort by spreading 10 blankets over the branches of a group of trees. After we finished, we had a tea party that stereotypical little girls have, all dressed up with stuff animals. This was during the summer, so we kept the fort up and had tea parties for about half a month, until it rained and we had to take everything down.