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Home is Where the Heart is

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Nestled in a patch of woods, directly off a busy highway lies the quiet streets of Cedar Crest Manor. The houses tell the stories of those who reside within. On one corner sits a perfectly manicured lawn, with an American flag that flies proudly like and eagle soaring. On the other end of the worn roads, where bikes and families have traveled, there is a home adorned with toys and a family dog. There is a path behind a neighbor’s house that I have walked a thousand times. On this path, I walk to my best friend’s house. We have known each other for nine years. Throughout those nine years we have had endless amounts of fun and adventures. Blaring music and laughter fill the neighborhood whenever we are together. During the summer we ride bikes up and down the streets, basking under the warm sun. Throughout the winter we dress in our snow gear and build forts, and attempt to skate on the slick ice in the streets. I have only known this neighborhood. When I was born I was brought home to live in our home. I know everyone and they know me. I’m safe here. As the saying goes “it takes a village to raise a child”. My village helped raise me.