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A loving set of memories collaborated to describe the place I grew up. |
Home Here is the place where my feet are warm and my heart is whole. Home- Where the crickets sing a lullaby of solace into the dark after the heat of the day has laid its head to rest. Home- The tiny town where we made our dreams together with our mistakes. Home- It is the place I fell in love and jumped off the bridge into the river, swirls and ripples of golden light as the afternoon sun danced in all its glory. Home- Where the smell of dad clings to the cushions and your chest tightens at the memory of it. Home- It is the place we danced with one arm waving free, where our innocence is trapped up in big green trees and the stars were the shiniest things we'd ever seen. A place where we learned and ventured upon intrepid journeys through the alleyways of our youth, an adventure lived in unspoiled imaginations. Home- The place of real friends and family, the place that paved the paths that lead us into our future. Home- The place where everything will always be alright, the place you will always find love. Home- Here it is, in my heart. |