This was the first home I can remember. It was originally way too large for my two parents and me, but we fit better as my two younger brothers came along. It was once again rented and part of my father’s contract. We moved in that neighborhood because it was drivable distance away from my father’s office and from good schools. Like a broken record, my father loved the surrounding nature and the big open space and my mother felt isolated in the middle of nowhere (and to be fair, she was right). So once again we moved somewhere smaller, but more practical.