When I think of a place that meant the most to me, it would have to be my childhood home. Back when I lived in South Gate, California I lived in a very small house that was right in the backyard of my grandparents house. It wasn't much but the memories and the happiness that house brought me was everything. When looking at the house from a far it kind of looks like a shed of some sort, almost looking as if it was connected to the garage right next to us. Leading up to our doorway is a cemented sidewalk that takes you all the way up to our house covered in baby blue. When you get to the doorstep you're met with a white steel gatehouse door, with a very distinctive rusty yellow doorknob. Once you get past both doors, you'll see the beige colored square tiles that lay on the floor. To the left of the door you'll find a wooden black desk with a personal computer that belonged to my father. Now that is where I would spend my Sunday mornings, everyday with a bowl of cereal by my side while I played club penguin. We had our bed all the way in the back along the backside of the wall in the corner, which was right next to our bathroom. We had wooden cabinets along with a beige countertop on the side wall. Straight ahead of our bed sat our TV on top of a night stand. That is where my love for basketball grew. Watching the Lakers game and seeing my favorite player Kobe Bryant play every night. Sitting on top of the night stand was my Playstation 3, where I would play 2k with my favorite players and watch movies till I fell asleep. Looking out from the white steel gatehouse door I can see my wooden basketball hoop that my grandfather built. I remember being so excited when he told me that he was making a basketball hoop. This was back when I thought I would become an Nba player, but I played everyday on that hoop once he cemented it down in the ground. Then the memories start overwhelming me as I look back at all the birthday parties of mine and all my family. I think back to the times when we would play hide and seek in the dark with my little cousins and scream as we were being found. Or the times we would think it'd be funny to turn off the bounce house. When I think about that house, I just wish I could have it all back and go back to being a kid when all I cared about was Kobe winning another championship and my club penguin having the coolest outfit.