I grew up here. Spent many years here. My parents still live here and all my siblings, nieces and nephews live near by. I have many friends here and nearby as well. I know it inside and out. I think fondly of it and am glad I grew up here. But is it home? Does that make it home? When the people that love me think of me do they think of this or do they think of the kindness I bring to their world? Does this town pop to the top of the things that they like about me or is it superceded by the million watt smile I flash when I see them. I am home. Home is me. I am always home.
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