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Home. As a kid, my house was noisy. At least.. that was one way to put it. You could here the loud pangs of the pots and pans from the kitchen while my mother was cooking dinner. You could hear the slow but steady melody of my sister tickling the ivories on her piano, but most of the time battering the keys indignantly, because she couldn't quite get the right notes. You could hear the the resilience of my brothers basketball slamming the pavement; even from the inside of the house. You could hear the ear piercing creaking sounds my cousins made when they scampered up the stairs. All that and more. I craved a place where I could sit for hour