Imagine.
A short, windy road
Hills on both sides
Small, conservative houses lining the street.

Wildflowers in freshly cut lawns
Only a few minutes from a busy road
But the sound of traffic is muted
Chirping birds provide the background music.

Friendly, kind-faced people
It's a small place, everyone knows everything about
everyone
Relationships with these people date so far back
I don't even have to stretch my memory to remember them.

Every town, state, country has this street
Every neighborhood has this group of people
Every person can picture this place easily in their heads
Why, you ask? It's home.