Where I’m from I lept off the rock it felt like I was Michael Jordan doing a slam dunk into the water.
Where I’m from I feel the breeze coming past me flicking my hair, felt like tornado going to blow me away in the air.
Where I’m from I taste the salty, sea water
Where I’m from I hear screaming and laughing of kids playing in the sand.
Where I’m from I see birds searching for fish, starving to death.
Where I’m from I smell cow poo in the grass, couldn’t breath with that smelliness of the poo.
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