This is the house and street where I grew up. It was on this lawn where we played home run derby, pickle, ran through the sprinklers, and mowed with the little mower. It was these trees that we climbed and swung on, even breaking branches; the scars still visible if you look closely. It was on this street that we rode our bikes up and down playing "CHiPs," pretending we were motorcycle police. It was in this backyard that we slept on the trampoline during summer nights, played around the world on the basketball court, planted tomaotes, picked peaches, dug deep holes, and buried time capsules. It was in this home that we read, played, learned, prayed, sung, and grew into adulthood. This is my home
sweet home full of beautiful memories and love.



