My Own Place
               It's not perfect, it's not luxurious, but it's beautiful and enjoyable and that is what I like to call...my neighborhood.My neighborhood is like a fox.Its quiet night-walks make it hard to find. My neighborhood is a drawing, it's something unique and creative. The living neighborhood wears suits all day bored of them and paperwork all together. My neighborhood is a colorful place. What I see are the green veggies. The brown buildings, the blues skies and the cars make it a rainbow. My neighborhood feels like a remote. You know what buttons you're pressing but it's not totally predictable. If I listen closely, my neighborhood turns into a piece of music. It's full of flowing legatos and popping staccatos. When I sniff what I smell is what a lot of air is missing...freshness. The smell I'll always love. If I taste the air I'll taste an apple. My surroundings make a seed grow into a perfectly ripe apple. My neighborhood is its own place because it can't be described between the words ugly, or cool. It's not Neverland or a poopy place. In my neighborhood I live in the tallest building.My apartment is a circus. It's me making the noise, and my little sister following. But nobody can hear our shrieks of laughter because we have a soundproof door, well almost soundproof (and yes, I'm embarrassed). I think my neighborhood is a practical resource we can all share. A neighborhood is a place you should like, because you're living in a great one whether you know it or not, so make the best of it!