The house where I grew up. The front sunroom was added when I was a senior in high school. The little attic window above that is/was my bedroom. I never realized how tiny the house was until I came back from college to visit and everything felt diminuative. I mean, it's not that small. It's not a shack or anything, but compared to modern suburban homes it's small. One bathroom, if that tells you anything. :-P
We drove up to see Carrie one afternoon. We visited at her place and then took the kids out for dinner, Chinese buffet. On the way back, we stopped off in Carson Park near Carrie's house for the kids to play for a while. We let them romp until twilight and mosquitos chased us back to the car.