What do you remember of your childhood home?

1) My childhood days were spent in our native village in my father's ancestor's home. I was born ( 6th of the 8 children !!) in the bath-room when my mother was taking her morning  shower !!. That's how the births used to take place in those days - so easily, without much effort !! .Later after few years we had to dispose the house and shift to the city where  i am living now. Every time i visit my native place i make it a point to visit that house to go and see my birth-place "-the bath room..." it stirrs up all the nostalgic memories of my childhood days...

2)My father toiled for years and constructed a beautiful house in the city to which we all shifted over after leaving the village. For many years my father made the loan instalment payment and cleared off the entire loan during his life time for which he had to make lot of sacrifices . He lived in that house for many years and after a short period of illness passed away in coma in a nursing home. His body was brought home in the night and our family elders decided that since he had died at an '  inauspicious time ' the body should not be taken inside the house.!!........it was kept outside the house for the whole night before finally cremating the next day .....now i am no more living in that house, but whenever i pass that way i don't forget to take the darsan of that particular sacred spot outside the house where his body was kept  on his last day !!!...even now it stirrs up sad feelings in me to think that inspite of his having done so much for the family and the home which he loved so much and took so much pains to build did not accomodate his body for just one night !!....my eyes inadvertantly turn moist !!!