The house we lived in...

I lived in a house as a child, but I held no permanent memory of it. My parents said it was in Centinela, so i took their word for it. I also heard stories about it being a small house, which was located next to a pizzeria. For years i thought my father worked there ,but I was wrong it was just conveniently there.The only actual memory of that place was one when I was tiny, and I dropped cereal on  the floor. My father cleaned it up and gave me a bowl of cereal, with bananas and chocolate milk. Afterwards, we moved out and the house became a car dealership. (The car dealership then lost its business to more competitive companies.)