A writing

Hello....

I'd like an honest opinion about the writing below.

Is this understandable to native speakers?

This might be boring and poor English composition but what I am curious about is whether native speakers can understand this, writing itself good or bad.

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To that point, I had lived, considering myself as squared-away. I had several darker sides like parents not being in good terms, mother’s frequent illness, but I was a so-called “the kid up on the hill”.

In my school days, elementary and middle, it was quite often that I would find girls of about my age peeping through the wooden gate.

When I prssed the bell and waited for the gate to open, they would stand afar, stealing furtive glances toward me. Sometimes even teachers would ask, “Are you really the son of the family?” Thus, my identity was not unrelated to where I lived.

Grandfather built this house in the mid-70s, when he worked as a dentist, before I was born. That time he sent for a Feng Shui expert, as far as Chung-cheong province. The expert, after examining the patch of land, shook his head.

The energy of the land was so forceful that it might hurt people. But he added that if a person stronger than the energy could curb down the land, he would prosper. grany bought the land without any hesitance.

Then he built a two-story house as magnificent as can be seen from afar, with five rooms in the first floor and four in the second, total nine rooms.

And he changed the planning to add a big cylinderical pillar reaching up to the second floor, to curb down the land force, as he said. Whether due to the pillar or to his own stronger energy, he was on the roll thereafter. In terms of his life, the forceful land was certainly curbed down.

But for me, from the time I first heard the story, I had always been feeling uncomfortable as if the house was sitting on top of a demon, a demon willing to spring out any time.

It felt like that only grany could push down the demon, thus any time he is absent, it would pop up through the wall or the floor.

Mother, who was ill so often, used to say habitually, “I am ill because this house is too strong in energy”.

When the storm raged from the sea, the whole hose shuddered as if the demon was fighting to be released. That made me so afraid that I would hide into grany’s arms, who I heard was stronger than the demonic land.

But the next morning, the shing sunlights shedding from the sea would cast away all the fears and anxieties. Then I would go back to a boy blessed with a strong grany and a wealthy family, to be raised in the unchanging cares.