We all came from somewhere. One place that is so familiar to us we feel like we could drive around with eyes closed. This place now, for many is still home, and for others is only just a locked memory in our tiny minds. What defines "Home"? Is it the house you grew up in and fell so deeply in love with? Or is home the people that make your life complete and give you the sense of being home? Maybe for some home isn't family at all, but close friends. I grew up in a town that is so simple, my summer nights were filled with late night swims, camp fires, and mosquitos. Coffee in the morning by the lake was a necessity, those were the days when nothing mattered. The earth was welcoming us into her hands, taking each day and seeing what it brings. The smell of fresh cut grass and sunblock. This was summer. Now as the weather gets warmer here all I can do is go back there, back to those tiny memories.
I went to high school with this girl named Caroline Smith. She has a beautiful voice and great lyric's. This song reminds me so much of my memory of "Home".
I hope you have a great memory of home. :)
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