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 Greek statues. As you enter the house,