This is the place I first remember living. It is my grandparent's house, located in a small farming neighborhood. Although small, it was quite lively occasionally. I remember watching a traditional Chinese play, put on by the people from the local neighborhood, visiting the supermarkets with a ton of different foods and the small snack store on the corner. The people in the neighborhood were also really friendly with each other. This past winter break, I went back here to visit my grandfather. I noticed that in the neighborhood, there was only a bunch of old people left; there weren't many middle aged people or adolescents around. 

The house was not as I remembered it, it was a lot more beaten and broken down looking than how I remembered it from my childhood. However, it was nostalgic to return to my childhood home.