Back when I was young I lived in a house, it was a beautiful brown brick house with one big window that looked into the livingroom. Brown door and door noob that looked rusty but it wasn’t. When you step into the house we had this light brown wood floor. My mom will be in the kitchen cooking and she will know when someone enter the house because we had this one floorboard that will creak when you step on it. It always gave us away and she will say let’s go. I miss that old house now I’m in this nice apartment in the city wishing I was in that house again to hear the floorboard creak again.