Back in Africa were I was born, I was 6 year old. My dad took me and my brother to the beach. we made a sand fortress like the ones in cartoons but they kept collapsing whenever I made an entrance. There I rode horses with my dad , my eyes were closed because I was scared but I couldn’t resist looking at the majesties creature I was riding. Some minutes later I was drinking pineapple orange milkshake. After I went home satisfied with where I was, home. Then I realized home is a place I could rely on, a place that sounds like dinner bells. Home look familiar and friendly, most times trust worthy. Home smells like strawberries that makes you want to stay forever.