HOME SWEET HOME

Home Sweet Home <Tab/>I was about ten years old and full of curiosity and energy. I grabbed my favorite red converse shoes that were so tattered from the many days of playing outside. I tucked my shoes under my arm and ran out the backdoor up the grassy hill toward the cemetery barefoot. <Tab/>Once I got to the top of the hill I could feel …

…gt;Finally, a sigh of relief as I opened the large oak wood door to my red brick house, once again reading the hand painted sign that hung from a single nail, which read "Home Sweet Home," and truly understanding those three words that were so comforting to my heart after fun yet exhausting day. I take one last look at the starry night sky and smile to myself while shutting the door behind me.