My special place
When I go past I smell smoke because the house next door was burnt down.
A tiny bit of paint came of ares.
I see a lot of changes to the house.
When I go past I get memories like my pop throwing me onto the spare bed.
Sometimes I start crying when I go past because I can’t stop thinking about the good memories.
When we left I started crying because it was too sad to leave.
do you now what my special place is....