My best friend’s parents are rich.
They own a big mansion on the water along the gulf coast.
When I met him in the first few weeks of our freshman year of school, I had no clue what to expect when he invited me to his parent’s house. It was during a short cut in the middle of our fall year, and I’ll never forget our reaction when he pulled into the driveway. I was astonished that it was his actual house, because at first I thought he was pulling into the driveway to turn around. It wasn’t until he turned off the motorcar and got out that reality finally hit me. His parents were nice and gave me a grand tour of the entire property. It was massive, and the complex was a lot larger than I expected from the outside. There was a immense pool and tepid tub in the courtyard that is in the middle of the buildings that make up the entire property. I was told that there were 12 family rooms and more than four powder rooms throughout the mansion, along with a small bowling alley, and indoor gun range, and a grand house theater room. Inside is a big movieplex sized screen and a projector behind the leather chairs. The leather furniture inside was unbelievably comfy and plush to the touch. It was the most beautiful and comfortable leather furniture that I Have ever had the satisfaction of lounging in. I know it was Italian leather chairs and couches, but I can’t be sure. My friend’s parents eventually sold the mansion and the entire property along with it. I never saw that beautiful leather furniture again.