This the place where I grew up. This is not the way I remember it. The room up top with the sky blue walls was the room my grandfather Slate used to sleep in. I remember sitting back there at his desk scribbling words down on pieces of paper he had tucked away inside. The room below was the kitchen that my grandmother used to cook all her family dinners. We would sit at the kitchen table and watch soap operas after school. I have so many fond memories of that place. That’s all I have now is memories. The place is the same place but so different now. I’ll forever hold on to the memories that I have there with the people that I love so dearly.