Where i grew up.

I grew up in a awesome but small town called westbank. My creepy neighbor to my left are some 80 year old hippies....just kidding there not hippies but there still creepy. She always trys to give me nasty candy and weird shirts. I always thought they where weird but there actully really nice and kind. But on my right theres a really nice person who i always talks to. My back yard is really small but its has a back alley. Its a narrow pathway but its sweet. It can get me to stores twice as fast which im usally go to everyday. Thats where my supplies of coca cola comes from. Yes i drink unhealthy ammounts of coca cola. In that field over there to the left and up from my house is one of are many hang out spots. Theres also hippies there so we stoped hanging out there but there was this little white couch and we stopped hanging there.... because we hate hippies.....stupid hipppies. The orchard was always fun. We would steel pears and run hopeing that the owner wouldnt come out mostly because he has a shotgun. Well theres not much to say about my neighbro hood. THE END