This had been my favourite place. I had known no other in my short years. Now it’s burned to the ground after a horrific fire; a neighbor left their stove on and it quickly caught on fire. Oh, I’m not talking about the house… Now of course I’m upset about the house, but I’m more upset of what was outside of the house. It was place to go when all things were loud and confusing. It was a small place in the overgrown, which was practically a forest by now, behind our house that over looked a rather large stream, but not quite a river. It was peaceful listening to the river in a kind of hidden sort of way. The only things that ever bothered me there was an ocassional bug. Now I was losing this place. Naturally, it was burned because it was all brush. The stream is still present, but has somehow lost it’s charm and glamour. I’ll be staying with my sister for tonight, but for now, I just wanted to reflect on what this place has brought me, all the tears, and smiles, all the worries, and thoughts, all the accomplishments, and sadness, it was all so worth finding that place. My place. I bought this house when I couldnt afford it but I fell in love with the stream that was practically in the backyard. I’ll spend another hour or so here, before I have to say goodbye forever and find a new house and find my new place to be myself.