My Sense of Place

   The place that I am thinking of is in my driveway. Every spring and summer my sister and I would play basketball. The basketball goal was located on the corner of our driveway next to a black gate. The black gate would rattle in the wind. I can hear the black gate chiming when the ball rolls away and clangs up against the slender gate. I remember the sun and smelling the spring air. I also remember the corn field across the street. When the field was picked of the crops you could always smell the musty air of corn. 

This place in the driveway was my favorite place to go. Even in the winter when I needed a place to escape the basketball goal in my driveway always brought me out of my troubles. I spent a lot of time shooting hoops by myself. I would always find, that outside in the driveway shooting hoops is where I could do my best thinking. 

This place also brings back many memories. My sister and I would always take on my dad in a game of horse or pig. In my early years my dad would always win. Later, I was good enough to finally beat him. We also took on my brother but he was never any good at basketball.  

This is a sense of place where I have many memories. I sometimes still go back to visit my place of happiness because it brings me back down to earth when things are a little crazy in life.