Where I grew up part 2

I May of 1989, I believe, my parents built a house at 925 W. Pioneer Circle Salt Lake City, UT 84104. I remember we would walk home from school and stop by the building site to see the progress on the building of the house. My dad and my grandpa did a lot of the work so that the money my parents owed on the house was heavily discounted. My grandpa did the electric wiring and both helped with the sheet rock and my dad did most of the painting and carpet laying. The outside of the house was blue siding and light colored brick. The house was a split level. When you walk inside it was linoleum with some sort of marbled design. Later on my parents had ceramic tile put in. The carpet was green because my dad heard somewhere that green has a calming effect. This was the living room. The walls were plain white. A few years into living there Hannah somehow burned the carpet. My parents put a large plant over the spot to cover it up. Later on, while my dad was working at DI, some carpet came in to the DI from the Salt Lake Temple. My dad bought it and replaced the living room carpet with it. He also used it for the stairs and hallways throughout the house. Further back inside the house was the kitchen and dining room. It was a lot bigger than the one we moved from. There was a lot of counter space, a large sink and our first dishwasher. I loved the dishwasher. As far as I'm concerned, the dishwasher is the greatest invention ever. In the dining room was a large picnic table that my dad built so we could all sit around the table together. There was also a sliding door with steps going down to the back yard.
Upstairs are three bedrooms. The master bed and bath were to the right, then mine and Sarah's room and Hannah's room and a closet on the left of the hall. My carpet was pink and I think Hannah's was too. I remember playing in my mom and dad's closet because it was huge but I never borrowed my mom's clothes. She always wore "old lady" clothes. A few years back my parents remodeled their bathroom and it looked really good but ended up selling the house later. There was a period of time when my Aunt Patty and cousin, Kayra, moved in with us. They took mine and Sarah's room and we ended up in an unfinished room in the basement.
On the level just below the kitchen was the boys' bedroom, the library and a bathroom. My brother's room was the second largest bedroom in the house. There ware three boys sharing the room so it was larger. The library was kind of cool. My dad built in some bookshelves in there and filled them with all kinds of book and my dad's time life classical music records. He loved those records. He also had a desk in there with a computer when he could finally afford one. It was a room he and mom spent a lot of time in and we kids used it a little too. My mom played computer games like digger and a bunch of other atari type games, then when my dad got home he spent a lot of time on it learning all he could about computers. The bookshelves were stained black. It also had the Temple carpet in it. The bathroom was also the laundry room. I don't really remember what it looked like when we moved in but I do remember it had an accordion door and a magnet kept it shut. It wasn't great for privacy. When we remodeled it, we put in tile and a real door. The basement was the family room and an extra unfinished room, the storage closet and then the utility closet. When me and my sister were moved into the basement there was no carpet and the walls were unpainted the entire time we slept in that room. The door to our room was a sliding wooden door, not like a regular door. My dad put in a closet bar in the storage closet for us so we could hang up our dresses. We kept a chest freezer in the utility room so anytime my parents sent someone to get something out of the freezer, they had to go through my bedroom to get to it and that was a little irritating. After we all moved out my parents painted the walls and put in carpet. It became my dad's geeky nerd room when we girls moved out. Most of my memories growing up were in this house because I spent more years of my life there. There were good times and sad times in that house. I'm kind of sad my parents sold the house. It's the last thing my parents had that reminded me of love and safety and security. Now it's gone from us, no going back. Moving on is also a good thing, though.