My youngest daughter was five years old when she moved to this house. She shared a room with her older sister for a few years. Then she had the big room all to herself. She enjoyed the luxury of a double bed, a big study table and just space.
When she went to the grammar school she learnt the double bass. She had this big instrument in her room to do her practice lessons.
Her six older brothers were envious of her. Some of them still had to share a room.
My daughter had her friends round to play. They enjoyed her big house as well. They spent many hours doing whatever young girls do.
She listened to her CDs, worshiped God and prayed. Angels watched over her.
This home was just beside her school. She was able to walk to school and when she was older ran down home for lunch. No stress. Some mornings I would walk with my young children up to school. It was good to hear the screams of the children at play in the playground.
Some of her friends would venture into the garden on their way home from school and want a turn on our big swing. They squeeled with delight.
Now my daughter has gone to university. I know she had a very happy childhood living in this big old house. She packed up all her treasures when she was home recently and said goodbye to her big room in this big house. The room will miss her.