Going up a big hill to drop your friend off to their house.

A nostalgic feeling glides through your body,

A wave of emotions appears while seeing the things around you.

Sadness or happiness?

You wish you could go back in time to relive those memories,

Now flashing in your head.

Trying to tune in and hear if those memories come with the noise.

You hear horrific screams of joy,

The screams sound so loud but filled with such joy.

You turn and see the hill,

You know the hill,

The one you and your friends would run up and down of,

The one that you would lead you to the park.

The park oh let me tell you about the park.

Never green, always dry.

Fireworks with friends on the first of July,

Meet up place with the Austrians in September,

Our favourite place to run to when we are together.

About to pass my old middle school,

Middle school giving you an overwhelming feeling.

Middle school a place where you met all your friends,

A place that help create the memories of this town.

The light turns red as you go down the hill,

The light above you flickering.

When you go home a sense of calmness reaches your body.

Click-clack the old stairs make when you go up them.

Greeting your family explaining the night

After preparing yourself for sleep,

Hearing those blankets around your crinkling,

Covering your whole body feeling at home.

Reviewing the whole night in your bed

Or even other nights,

A feeling of euphoria going through your body.

Making you truly believe,

That home is where the heart is.