My experience in North Carolina: My first friend

This is the story of my first time to make an American friend. I was 7 years old when I came to North Carolina with my family. My brother was 3 years old. 

My brother and I were both surprised to see how our house was large. It was a one-story house with a living room, kitchen, bedrooms, and a room with a fireplace. We each had our rooms. We jumped and ran inside the house. Afterwards, we went outside to see the yard which made us more excited. Wow, there's a swing set. Moreover, the backyard was so wide and covered with grass! We could play soccer or baseball in our backyard. This environment was so different from Japan.

We also saw another swing set next to our yard, which was our neighbor's yard. My parents took us to the neighbour's house and we were introduced to them. We couldn't say anything in English, so we were just kind of smiling at them.

A girl and a boy came out behind their parents.