This is what I consider to be my true childhood home. It was a rented, relatively modern house suited for my family of five. It was closer to my father’s office, though it was farther from the pre-K and kindergarten school by younger brothers started attending. The local grade school that I attended (grades 1 through 4) had a great reputation and was a factor when deciding where to move. Affordability was again dealt with under my father’s job contract. I have very fond memories of my time there. I remember on nights where my brothers and I had too much energy, my mother would bring us to the huge mall about five minutes away. While in our pjs, we would roam around until we felt tired; it was a genius idea that worked every time. We ended up moving because my father took a sabbatical decided to move to Nicaragua.