Where I Am From

“Where I’m From”

                                                By Meghan

                    I am from the soft crunch of the pizza when I take a bite, the swirly chocolate sensation of the caramel ice cream, and the soft and sticky feeling of the peanut butter on the roof of my mouth.

                   I am from the stench of the gas in the air made by dirty diapers, the smell of cooked eggs in the hard rock pan, and the gooey cheese sliding off the pizza.  

                   I am from the hard wood table, the softest couch I have ever laid down on, and toys scattered everywhere even on my soft bed.

I am from the loud long crying of my brothers. The soft

sweet peaceful sound of laughter flowing throw my ears.

The annoying trouble they caused.