This house holds more than just appliances.

Saturday mornings...back when I was about 9, 10 years young, I would wake every Saturday morning to all of my brothers running the house. My parents usually trying to relax from the crazy week we put them through, but now it's the weekend, which meant that it's our time to rule the house. Every weekend our life was invested into some type of sport or activity. Truly, not ONE weekend was ever free. I wish I could give my parents a nationally recognized award for this.

Growing up, there were five of us. Boys. And then my Mom and Dad, who are still together to this day. These days, this home only houses me, my brother Daryl, my Mom and my Dad. Today I woke up hearing my brother Daryl playing Beatles Rock Band. A few songs from the greatest band this world has and will ever know, along with drum sticks pounding on the rock band plastic "drum set". Doesn't sound too pleasant, and usually isn't, but today it reminded me of my entire life.

I shared a room with Daryl til I was 14 and he was 15. When he woke up, that usually meant that I was waking up as well. We'd start playing playstation together or playing with our Power Ranger toys. And the music coming from our room was either Spice Girls, Hanson, Blink 182, Backstreet Boys (sometimes) or some random oldies. The next room over was Dennis's and David's room. Always playing from their room was either Bone Thugs N Harmony, Dr Dre, Green Day, Foo Fighters, Goldfinger, Reel Big Fish, The Offspring, or some random "modern" R&B radio pop jams. And the next room down from there was our oldest brother Dwayne's room, always listening to Vanilla Ice, crazy DJ tracks, and some Hip Hop and House music. And once in a while my mom felt the need to put on some Sher and Gloria Estefan. So you can imagine how crazy my house was. It was a circus. Every room, blaring a different style of music.

I miss having this house filled with brothers. It's sad to know it'll never be the same, no matter what. Sometimes I wish all of my brothers would move back in, just so we can feel that feeling again. But let's not get out of line now.

At least I have these moments to look back on and cherish as if they're of priceless value, because in the end, no amount of money can purchase the love built here in this home. And I can only hope that I raise a family so similar to mine.

The hippie, the artist, the thug, the athlete, and the rocker.

My house was...is a historical land mark.

Daniel

12:00 noon