A Lost Home Somewhere
Most people you talk to have a home, a home somewhere. Some people may walk around go to the park yet they don’t have a place that makes them happy. They have this feeling deep down inside that they hide from others everyday. I’m guessing that they would love a home somewhere, a place where they “feel” home. My home is on the football field. We are comfortable enough to tease each other and know we won’t take it seriously all the while crashing our helmets together. I especially adore inhaling the fragrant smell of fresh cut grass. I love most importantly, the game. Playing football with my buddy’s makes me feel at home. People who don’t have as much as me cherish what little they have, but they could have so much more. It just takes the heart to change this.