I grew up with wall-to-wall carpet. Our small town, cookie cutter home was filled with soft, beige shag. It was a cozy playground that my siblings and I raced, rolled, and slid all over. On rainy Pacific Northwest days, I'd set up blanket forts and burrow into them with a small stack of library books. Despite these fond memories though, when the time came for me to move out, my eyes were drawn to hardwood.
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