The House That Built Me

 Here is the place I have spent my whole life living in. The four-bedroom house located towards

the south side of 6th street in Albion, Nebraska. Automatically placing me in the “6th

Street Gang” as Mr. Zoucha has labeled us. 

Here is the trail I took to get to my best friend’s house right through the trees.

Here is the place where I gashed my knees up from the rocks and concrete below me as my

brothers tried teaching me how to drive-- both a dirtbike and on a basketball court. 

Here is where I witnessed many fights between my brothers involving nerf guns and maybe

some pizza rolls too.

Here is the pillow that has collected most of my tears but has witnessed many of my laughs.

Here is the place where I find the most comfort. Whether taking a bath or just sitting there to be

happy, because my bathroom is my happy place.

Here is the basement where I’ve made many memories with my extended family whether at a

holiday or a birthday.

Here, also, I have held most of my sleepovers. Teaching friends how to play Guitar Hero and

watching the creepiest movies we can find.

Here is the place that my friends and I store many of our “valuables” from each town we’ve

been to.

Here is the tree I could climb to feel on top of the world with my brothers leading the way. I also

developed my fear of bees here.

Here is where Skipper and Messi are buried, many tears filling their graves.

Here is the backyard in which many footballs and baseballs were thrown in hopes to teach me

their ways.

Here is the house that built me, gave me my morals, and taught me how I should live.

If the sun doesn’t shine tomorrow, know this, you must be able to look back on your life and

realize you have lived it fully alive. And you must write your life story as you would want

it to be written.

~S. Weenie