I am from...

I am from a street with no neighbours and a loud dirt bike track. And hanging out by the pool eating popsicles, doing cannonballs into the cool cold pool water. I am from a house on a hill with two floors . And the years of memories with my dad. Mini sticks with my friends. Some days you can still hear my sister's constant laughter. I am from the house with the smell of pancakes sizzling on the stove, all my favourite people huddled around the couch looking at the TV with the warmth of the sun hitting my back through the window. I am from old memories stored in the pantries. I am from playing baseball in the front yard with my dad in the warm summer air. I AM FROM HOME