Home sweet Home

In my neighborhood the streets are rough with filled pot holes.the houses are stuck close together and there is an island of grass placed in the center of it all. my friends,brothers,and i would often play at the park or jus around anywhere .growing up there was always fun but sometimes life threatening because we was known as the young boa's.On the Conner from where i lived was a store were we would get sweets and other snacks. when i think about home i would go to war to defend it because when anyone thinks of home the beginging of how it all started comes back to you so when it comes to my home from which i came i would gaurd it with my life.