Monday, March 16, 2015

my special place

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....

1 comment:

  1. that is a very good special place writing. did you pick your house.