Memories

Imagine. A short, windy road Hills on both sides Small, conservative houses lining the street. Wildflowers in freshly cut lawns Only a few minutes from a busy road But the sound of traffic is muted Chirping birds provide the background music. Friendly, kind-faced people It's a small place, everyone knows everything about everyone Relationships with these people date so far back I don't even have to stretch my memory to remember them. Every town, state, country has this street Every neighborhood has this group of people Every person can picture this place easily in their heads Why, you ask? It's home.