This morning i was thinking about my old house a lot and how much i really miss living there. See i moved in with my dad when i was 10 and i had to move out just before my 19, so it was my childhood home. I loved it there, was only a 5 minute walk away from Middleton, i use to be able to have friends round and during the summer it was the best place to sunbathe too. I had an amazing childhood there and hopefully ill get to live there again one day. 
I lived with my dad, his girlfriend, her 2 boys and my little bro until they split just after my 18, soon after my dad sort of moved out to his new girlfriends, my bro went to live with my mum, so i basically lived alone for a year.
THE BEST YEAR OF MY LIFE!
I began to have little gathering with a few friends, were we would get drunk, play games and just have the best time ever. Shortly after i made new friends and decided to have parties. It was just so cool! But like all parties the word got out and i had a few bad ones. One time i kicked someone out so he decided to kick my door in, i had to make up this really shit lie to my dad so he didn't know. He never suspected a thing, till i ended up telling him anyways. Then there was another time, which i felt so guilty about, and a few of my friends got hit by some idiots, then these idiots found out who i was related to and fucked off, Fools. It only happened because i was told to turn the music down, so i did, and some idiotic invalid turned it back up.
I'm not some gangster though that makes out i am, i just have family which are slightly mental and don't think about their actions.
They were some of the greatest parties.
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