I remember when I was four years old and we lived in my grandfather's house in Palo Alto. The house was a light blue with white trim it had a brick lineing that came up about four feet. My mother and father had one bedroom, my little brother and I shared a bedroom and my uncle and aunt lived in another bedroom. The house was pretty big but my uncle was not easy to live with. He always had the TV on and he yelled a lot! He used to yell at me and my brother whenever we would run down the long hallway but we were afraid of the dark and when he would yell it would scare us even more. We were living there because my father went back to school full time and my mom was supporting us. After we had lived there for about two years my mom and dad loaded me and my brother up in the car and took us for a drive, it was a surprise! We had to keep our eyes closed and then when we opened our eyes we were in a two story townhouse. Inside the walls were a off white and it had a black medal banister that would wouble when you put your weight on it. It was our new home! I was so excited, my mom and dad let us run up and down the stairs, it was so fun. We moved in and it felt like we were in a mansion compared to the small confines of our two bedrooms. In this new place I got my first computer and have done many things since