My mother didn't like taking the kids to an open house. There were four of us, hard to control and keep track of. One with ADHD, one easily led, one curious, one prone to stare off into space (you can guess which one I was.) This somehow was an exception. This was in 1965 or 1966, on the side of Camelback Mountain overlooking Phoenix. I don't remember the inside of the house, but I remember the pool clinging to the mountain side with an expansive view of the valley below. I could watch that view for days. A dream house, available at that time for something like $30,000, the property taxes on it would be more than that today.
I remember it, because of the view (I was maybe 7 or 8 years old) and because we were allowed to stop and look. If I ever win big on the lottery, I will go buy it, or one in that neighborhood with that amazing view to stare off into.