When I’m here I try to look at the brighter side of things but nothing shines as bright as my home. I look back to see friends and one small family that cares for me but in my heart I’ll always think of home. Home is filled with friends, and true family, with people who know and understand me. I know this might anger others but I can’t stop thinking about it, cause in my heart I’ll always miss my home. It’s filled with many places to run about.
It had taken my breath away at birth! It’s beautiful to me, just look around and you will see. I know I reminisce about it so much, but when I think about the past I get so touched. Yes there are as many bad times as there were good but it was were I planted my first tree. It was where I learned how to be free. It was where I met my first friend and the place I met my first enemy. It was where I learned to hate and love but all above it was where I first learned to draw and sing. And as you may have seen it’s where I’ve learned there’s a bad thing to everything, but there is also good side to everything.
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