I hate home....But I miss it. The constant chill in the air, the no worries of being 6 years,old 3000 feet tall. Now its a sad scar on America's beaten face. All the blood has run dry and there is no more life. I go back there about 3 times a year. My freinds left when I did. There is no one there for me. The rolling hills of pines leep out into your vision like musical notes on paper. So magnificent. But now I can only look on it with sorry dispositions. God left with winter and never came back. I dont know why Im writing. The few people who will look at this wont get what im saying or even know where home is. They will only understand if they lost the place they hold dear and when they find it it has turned into cement. But it didnt change. Before it was just a trick of light that made it gold. Goodbye home. I should have said this a long time ago. Goodbye Frewsburg....goodbye. -rydns
