// Hometown//
Everyone has a home town no matter who you are. You see it differently than outsiders. When you go down the street you pick out the little places that were your childhood. Going by a certain hill reminds you of the countless times rolling yourself down it. When you look at a parking lot you see where you used to ride bikes or play tag. Seeing trash in the back woods and building forts out of it was the coolest thing ever. Eventually things change and you notice all the things that take away your feeling of innocence. You see in fine detail that you just live in another run down place. And when all those memories fade and the parking lot just looks like someplace to put my car is when I’ll leave and never look back.
