Personal Writing: The House of My Dreams As a child I imagined how my life would be as an adult. Perhaps, every individual had similar fantasies. The perfect spouse, successful position, flawless environment, and breath taken mention. The clearest image I had was of my future house. I see it as a sixty five hundred square feet of red brick. The driveway made of black tiles would lead to the front door made of red wood. The house would be isolated with a tall fence matching the house with an enormous golden gate. The garden surrounding the mention would be tastefully imbued with short, petite trees and ancient