My Old House

One day I was playing with my friend, and my mom came to me and told me Emma...I've been thinking about this, and I think we should move to Canada. A few days later bags were packed. I look out my room window and I'm thinking how much I'm going to miss this house. I could see my garden where I spend time with my mom, and I did picnics then I looked at my house floor I imagined me as a baby playing then I started walking then i heard the floor screeching it smelled like old wood. I felt the wall. It felt rough. I remembered when I used to run down the stairs touching this wall. Then my mom called Emma come. We're going to the airplane, then I said coming, then I said bye to my grandma and grandpa, then to the house. Then that day I had so many feelings that day I cried so much till this day I still miss that house and I will never forget that day. When I got to my new house it smelled like fresh paint. Then I looked at my room and said now this is my home.