Descriptive Essay of Granny House

Have you ever wished you could visit a place that no longer exists? I’m not talking about your favorite store that’s gone out of business, a restaurant that’s closed down or a place that’s still here but out of your reach. Even though I haven’t been there in over seven years, I remember every detail like I was just there yesterday. Maybe, it’s because I spent most of my childhood there I remember what it look like, feel like and smell like. But because this place no longer exists, I can only visit in my dreams. When I close my eyes I’m there. As I pull into the driveway, I sit back and admire the beautiful landscape. The one family home is Peach in color with black shutters and glass door. The grass is thick with wide blades and strands and is as green as the color of money. The sidewalk is lined with an assortment of flowers on both sides as colorful as a box of crayons. There are two white chairs and a white round table on the porch, the table has a small plant in the middle in a decorative flower pot. As I walk to the door, I can smell the aroma of food in the air. The warmth from the cinnamon in the sweet potato pie that’s baking in the oven spices from the fried chicken that’s cooking on the stove top, the collard greens that are cooking low with neck bones, the sweet smell of those soft moist strawberry muffins, and the hint of sugar that’s placed in the cheesy macaroni. Once I insert my gold key into the lock and step in, I’m overcome by a feeling of love. My feet immediately sank into the plush burgundy carpet. The walls are the color of cappuccino foam and covered with modern art and family photos. In the middle of the room there’s a cream sofa and loveseat with burgundy flowers. On each side of the sofa sits an end table that’s cream and gold and look like marble. The 46in TV hanging on the wall gives the room a more modern look. I walk about 5 feet to the kitchen, because