What did your childhood home look like?

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floor 24 on a massive estate

4 bed suburban semi.

3-bed 1970s semi with a driveway garage and nice big garden

Third floor flat .

6-bed bungalow next to a farm in Ireland.

A council cottage with no bathroom or indoor toilet, where all the tiny rooms led out of one another. To go to the outdoor loo from my bedroom, I had to cross the living room (which my room opened onto), then the kitchen, then go out the back door and through a yard. My parents added an indoor loo later in my childhood. It was so small that a tall person struggled to sit on the loo with the door shut, and given that the loo door was just inside the glass back door…

It was far too crowded (five children, my parents, my grandparents and often one or two aunts), and unprivate (you can imagine having a walk through the living room and kitchen full of people hiding a sanitary towel up your sleeve as a self-conscious teen - no bathroom storage or bin). My parents still live there and it gives me claustrophobia every time I visit.

4th floor of a 27 storey tower block, central London. Big rooms, lots of storage, no private outside space but a large communal play area.

A museum - by todays standards

A 4 bed bungalow in the absolute arse end of nowhere in Ireland. It wasn't great for my social life but the stargazing was 10/10.

4 bed red brick bungalow with a huge garden. It was a lovely place to grow up and very close to my grandmother.

3 bed 1930s terrace, outskirts of London. South west facing at the back so always full of sun. And kids. Mum was a childminder, couldn't get away from them. Put me right off having any of my own. Felt like a big garden, had swings and a big apple tree. Mum and dad did a loft conversion when they had my sister, their 4th child. Could see Wembley from up there, and hear the concerts. Walls were thin so could hear the neighbours pretty much all the time. Was a good house to grow up in. Parents still live there, the garden isn't actually that big now I'm no longer little.

3 bed council house semi with large garden rear and front. Lovely house but no hot water, no fridge no heating apart from 1 small 2 bar electric fire. Had to wash my hair in cold water every morning as a teenager.

One of a row of three divided from a house built in the 1700s now in a city but it wasn't when it was built. No central heating (still doesn't) very very cold (windy northern city.) One bathroom for me, parents, and many (MANY) siblings. Nice garden, not too big, not too small. Nowhere near enough storage or space for all of us. Am very fond of it though.

One room log cabin (for 6 of us) that my parents built.
My mum still lives there, but it now has bedrooms upstairs and running water.

2 bedroom semi detached, rented house in a small village in Cornwall.
No central heating, a Rayburn and sash windows that rattled in the wind.
When my brother and I got older we had to turn a downstairs room into a bedroom for one of us.
Brown carpet everywhere.

Top floor 2 bed tenement flat in the west end of Glasgow until we moved across the country when I was 10 to a 4 bed detached house that my parents still live in now.

6-bed (extended from 4 or 5) 1929ish detached house in North London, lots of patterned wallpaper, a royal blue carpet in the hallways and up the stairs. Lots of art and books.

It was built predominantly of Yorkshire stone but had been extended in red brick ( long before planning laws). Detached with quite a bit of land. As a teen I hated it: quite bleak and a long way from anywhere. It was lovely and cool in summer but cold in winter. We didn't have heating but an aga for hot water, fireplaces in the downstairs rooms, and oil filled radiators in the bedrooms. When I was a child the bathrooms had round electric heaters in the ceiling around the lightbulb.

It was a very brown 1980s (new build) detached. Everything was brown. I remember the stale odour of the chip pan sitting ready on the hob and the orange and brown carpet in my little bedroom.

A falling down house attached to the abandoned chapel my grandad was the organist at. He and my grandma raised 12 kids there.

I was 5 when mum and dad got a council house - tiny village in the middle of nowhere. I was really lucky though as whatever the house was like it was always a home.

A 1930's semi-detached house in west London. It was technically a three bedroom house but in reality, it was 2 double & 1 single (box room) but a bonus was an inside (separate) toilet & bathroom.
Both my grandparents, that lived relatively nearby, had incorporated the outside loo into the downstairs but didn't have a bathroom.
Last time I checked my Gran's house had sold for £1.6m .... she'd rented it <sob>

A five bedroom Yorkshire farmhouse.

4 bed detached in a smallish town by the sea. My friends were jealous as it was a corner plot so the garden went all the way round he house rather than having a front garden and back garden- this gave it massive advantages for playing 40-40 as you couldn’t get trapped. My parents did a total renovation when we moved in and then never touched it again.

Big 5 bed detached Arts & Craft in Surrey with 2 acres plus stables & paddocks where I kept a horse. We were very blessed.

We are sadly now struggling to get my folks to move or adapt as it's no longer suitable now they are older far less mobile and increasing ill health.

A 3 bed terrace on a nice street in London.

Although I was born mid 80s, the decor didn't change from 1970s chic (all done by previous owners) until after I'd left home. And even now my parents like patterned carpets and old fashioned decor.

1970 semi in a rural village within a cul de sac. My bedroom was the tiny box room. Kitchen had a serving hatch. loved growing up there, playing outside with all the neighbours. Then my parents divorced and I moved to a flat in the city with my mum. I was so sad. I still think fondly of that house.