My Parents' House

My parents' house hasn't changed since I was a child. The same furnitures furniture, same kitchen, and same living room are in that house. When I'm there and close my eyes, and I can feel my childhood and I can guess (A better word here would be "remember", since you don't really have to guess how they were) how are all the rooms were.

There was a small hall in the entrance with a heavy table, and a mirror with a beautiful ancient frame. I don't remember from what material was made that table was made, but I remember I couldn't move it. Every year we used to put the <em>Belen</em> (This word needs to be italicized because it isn't English. The English word is "nativity scene") on that table at Christmas.

The hall had two doors and a corridor. One the door was from to my room and the other was from to the living room. My living room (Did you mean to say "bedroom" here?), which I shared with my brother, was a big place. I'd say that room was over 25 m2 (square meters). The living room was big too, but it was like a rectangle rectangular, and I'd say it was twice as long as it was width wide. I have never seen a similar living room. In one way, the TV was very far and the other way too close From one direction, the tv was very far away, and from the other, it was way too close.

Although If there were some important place in that house when I was a child, it was the corridor.
My brother and I used to close all the doors in our longe corridor and we played in it and play football (If you're speaking in American English, this word would be "soccer"). I believe all our neighbours hated us when we screamed, "Goooooal!" each time we scored a goal. Some times ("Sometimes" is one word), we broke some a (While "some" isn't necessarily incorrect, it's a bit redundant to use it immediately after saying "Sometimes") painting or photo that my parents had on the walls wall of that corridor (While this isn't really wrong, either, we already know where you are and you can eliminate it). Then my mother came and... game over.

I enjoyed reading this because it's so similar to some of the things I used to do as a child (except we didn't really break pictures, believe it or not!). Your English is good, so keep practicing and you will steadily improve! Nice work, Antonio!

My parents' house

My parents' house hasn't changed since I was a child. The same furnitures, same kitchen, same living room are in that house. When I'm there and close my eyes and I can feel my childhood and I can guess how are all rooms are.

There was a small hall in the entrance with a heavy table and a mirror with a beautiful ancient frame. I don't remember what material was made that table that table was made of but I remember I couldn't move it. Every year we used to put the Belen on that table at Christmas.

The hall had two doors and a corridor. One of the doors was from to my room and the other was from to the living room. My living room, which I shared with my brother, was a big place. I'd say that room was over 25 m2 [just say "meters squared"]. The living room was big too but it was like a rectangle and I'd say its length was twice as long as it was its width [another way you can say this: "it was twice as long as it was wide"]. I have never seen a similar living room. In one way, the TV was very far and the other way too close.

Although if there were some was one important place when I was a child, it was the corridor.
My brother and I used to close all the doors in our longe corridor and we played football. I believe all our neighbour hated us when we screamed goooool each time we scored a goal. Some times, we broke some painting or photo that my parents had on the walls of that corridor, then my mother came and... game over.