Home

This is the place where I grew up. This is where I took that first unsure step. Right here is where I snuck my first Love up to my room. This wood and glass and cracking mortar makes not this a home There were dreams and hopes here that hold these four walls together better than any bond. Within these walls I have loved and laughed and cried. Is this what makes a home? All of my hopes and dreams were born within these walls. I have learned the lessons that made me a man growing up in this abode. Does the warmth and love and family make a place to dwell? Then the answer clear came to me as i look at this house in disrepair. I realize it's all the memories that make this place of life a home.