I am from...

I am from a quiet street where not many vehicles cross from left to right, I spent 6 years growing up there and it was a small house but my home. The two backyards separated by a giant bush. It was home I am from a small house that when we got there needed some work, luckily my dad was in construction. I remember eating an oreo donut while sitting on a steel ladder, or falling off the couch into a bin of solid toys, and the time I almost caught my hare on fire while playing UNO. I am from the cat who went in the walls, my dad who really hated the cat and watched Top Gear, my mom who took pictures when I was younger, my annoying sister who painted and ruined cups with nail polish, and my brother who got hit in the head with a drone from my dad. I am from the small house that I hated but that I knew. The house I almost caught fire to my hare while playing UNO, but all those memories make the house that I grew up in into my home I grew up in. I am from home.