(1) When I was younger, we lived in a huge three story house on an acre (?) of land. It was a magical place. My sister and I had the top floor, which had low, sloping ceilings and a tiny bathroom with a sink and a toilet. We once thought we were stuck in that bathroom, and stayed in there for about an hour, yelling out the tiny window to our mom. Turns out that the door was just closed funny and needed a strong strong push.
(2) My favorite room of that house was a room that was between the family room and the downstairs hallway (I think) and it was full of bookshelves. My mom used that room for her crafts and books and other stuff that I, in my youth, didn't know about. (Now that I'm an adult, I realize it must have been bills and files and such, but please don't tell me the truth, and let me keep my idealistic childhood memories.)
(3) When we moved in to that house, it had several layers of very ugly wallpaper on the walls that my parents wanted to remove right away. It was a long process. The dining room alone had three (or was it four?) layers of very difficult to remove paper. (To this day, I have an aversion to wallpaper. I like borders, as they are very easy to remove if you decide you don't like them anymore, but the earth will shift off it's axis on the day I decide I want wallpaper in any room of my house.) My dad, in a stroke of genuis and bravado that my sister and I will never forget, brought the garden hose in the house and hosed down the walls to get the paper really really wet. My grandmother had a serious fit about that.
Stay tuned - I'll do three more things about that house next week!