I am from...

I am from the second house on the street. I see the old colored stop sign and people riding by on their bikes, my backyard is full of the sound of my dogs barking at passing truck drivers. I am from the tv in the background where you hear my father snoring like he's never slept before, well he barely does, where you can find me in my room listening to my favorite music, crocheting the day away, yarn scraps everywhere. I am from the smell of black burning popcorn when me and my friend almost burnt down the house some days you can still smell the popcorn. I am from the place where you can hear my brother doing crafts and my dad telling him it looked so good where you can hear my big brother listening to blasted music. I am from the street where you can see stray animals left and right where you see the camper in the driveway along with the truck and car. I am from home.