My Native Place

    I had a difficult time deciding where my native place should be. First I thought it should be where I was raised. I was raised only ten minutes from where I currently live, and I lived there my entire life. Then I decided my native place should be where I am raising my own family. Although my childhood home holds many memories, I feel a stronger connection to my current home because I have been here for eight years and my three children are being raised there.
    My native place is always loud. There is never silence, in fact giggling, laughing, or crying can always be heard echoing in the halls. My native place is full of life and youth. There are toys everywhere and the laundry room is overwhelmed with tiny clothes. I am always cleaning in my native place, although it never appears to be cleaned. 
     My native place can be very overwhelming at times. With three young children, a large dog, and husband running around it's a wonder how I am ever able to get anything done. At times, there is nowhere else I would rather be, and other times, it's the last place I want to be. My native place is my safe place.
     Berry explains in the "Native Hill" that there is no other place like your native place. It has a sense of history. I couldn't agree more because the memories and history in my native place thus far are irreplaceable. I wonder what the future holds for my native place and I wonder if my children will feel a comfort in this native place.