A place where I have a Connection

Everyone has a place where they have special memories and everyone wishes that they could go back to that place. For me, the home in which I grew, is special to me. Everyday I wish I could go back to that place. From the time I was two years old to the time I was 10 years of age, I lived in that house. People always wish that they could go back to their childhood. We call it "The good old days." The days where we didn't have so many responsibilities, the days where we could run around all day with no care in the world about our jobs or paying the bills or finishing our school work. The time that I spent in this home, were the good old days for me.

Waking up in my warm cozy bed, to the sound of cartoons on the television downstairs was always a good feeling when I was six. I would run downstairs and hear the crackling of the bacon on the stove and the smell of eggs. And I would hear the pop of the toast as it came out of the toaster. Each thing my mom and dad were cooking on the stove were delicious; every morning. I loved just sitting in the kitchen and watching everyone at the table talk and laugh, and my parents holding hands underneath the table and smiling at each other with joy. We were happy. And it was the best feeling that I had ever experience in my life; Happiness. As a kid, you can be happy with anything. You can get entertained easily and life is just good. My old home was my haven when I was younger. It represented happiness to me and it still does.