The row home I grew up in, on Wishart Street, seemed large and spacious to me when I was a kid. It was more than enough room to house my brother, me, my sister, my grandparents, and parents.
I was a bit stunned, but both of us were okay. The car, however, was not. We pushed the car to the side and decided to hitch a ride. You have to understand, we had been on the road for three days with no bath, were unshaven, and dressed in our Air Force winter fatigue jackets
