I'll miss my childhood house!

I think all the girls in our family are very sentimental, this proves it. My dad retired this past January and they are ready to move on to missions and smaller sqft. The house I grew up in was the funnest house for a kid to live in. My parents got it as a bank repo. When they first bought it nobody had lived in it for years. People had climbed the back balcony and graffitied the inside. We did a lot of painting and cutting down trees. My mom has been renovating the house since we moved in. The house is 7300 sqft, it started with 9 bedrooms, 5 baths, secret passageways from closets, dumbwaiter, entercom system and all that great stuff. All of which were removed from the house, except the entercom system. That way we never missed any conference no matter where we were hiding in the house, oh, and we could ask our friends who we knew were coming over if it was really them at the front door. Since we've lived there my parents have changed every part of the house except the living room walls. They have added an apartment upstairs. They have added a big family room where a patio used to be. My brother landscaped and it is now so beautiful. As you can see they are stuccoing the outside and getting ready to sell. It's all very sad. So many safe childhood memories are there and it was the center gathering for when all my siblings were in town. It's the best thing for my parents, they don't need that much space anymore. I guess I always thought my parents would live there forever, like my grandparents did in their houses. Just like the way I thought we'd raise our kids in Utah, but here we are 3000 miles away. Life changes, even when you don't want it to! Thanks for the pictures, Jess.