Basement Full of Memories
Uploaded by mella28 on May 27, 2004
The Basement Full of Memories
I have lived in the same house for eighteen years. Ever since I was brought home from the hospital, I was always in this specific place in my house. This place, I still spend a couple of hours there, just talk with people or just being myself. I don’t spend as much time there like when I was a little girl, but enough time to go back to the memories I had there. When I was a little girl, my sister Carla and I would put together some costumes and put on a little show for my parents. Carla and I always thought we were in a movie because the space was big and had a lot of props to go with the little show. Also in this special place is where my cousin Christina and I would have our little makeovers. She would do my hair and I would do hers, I would put make-up on her and she would put make-up on me. We had all the hair products you can imagine and mirrors all around us so we can see in front of us, behind us, and on the side of us. We were the Italian Princesses. Everyone knows how Italian are, big families, lots of food and lots of yelling even though we are not. This is the place where we have our family parties/get together and this is where we have bad memories and good memories. This place is called, “THE BASEMENT FULL OF GOODIES!”
My basement is not like many others you have seen. My mother owns a beauty shop in our basement and this is where I spent most of my life. This is the center of our house. Whenever you need somewhere to go and relax, you go to the basement, whenever you want to argue with someone, you go to the basement. As a baby, I would sit in my swing and watch my mother cut hair. The reason why we call it the, “Basement Full of Goodies,” is because is consist of a lot of different things. A washroom where my mother has a big sink bowl where she washes hair, 2 chairs where she cuts hair, 3 big hair driers, and a section where the customers wait. ...