I am from...

I am from a street full of laughter Where kids play till dark, Puddles feel the streets And everybody says hi to you when you pass by I am from my house with four floors And a painted yellow door The sound of my dog's feet hitting the ground thinking of the day that we brought her home I am from the sound of keyboards clicking kids laughing. Coming home from school to the smell of soup on the stove. I am from a home with years of memories with my family barbecues and bonfires in my yard and biking around with my friends. I am from home.