My happy place

A familiar place to me is my church. I have been going to my church basically since birth. My church has a lot of activities of course we go there to worship, we also play basketball in the gym. We play football and baseball in the parking lot. I go to church every Sunday and on Wednesdays when I don't have practice. Our church is huge. Plus it is painted white. So I always call it the white house because it is big and when I think of a big white building I see the white house. Since it is a large building it has a big echo running through. It is pretty scary when you are by yourself in the building. It doesn't have a main smell to it. It has a couple of smells in it. After a funeral the whole rest of the week might smell like that funeral, or when the ladies of the church cook a dinner for the church it might smell like collard greens, macaroni, cornbread, yams and punch just to name a few. My favorite thing to eat is the ladies dinner (when the ladies cook the dinner). The aroma is very satisfying to your nose. When you taste the food you get this funny feeling inside of you. You start feeling all warm inside. My dad side goes to this church but to be more specific my little cousin Gee. He is like a little big brother to me. He is always asking for advice and always trying to find a way to play basketball. He looks up to me when he does not know what to do. I feel like I have no worry in the world, I feel at ease when I am there. Like I can go there and be whoever I want to be. I always try to bring my friends with me to church. I also invite random strangers to church with me. This place means a lot to me because of all the things that happen to me in the church. For instance my first kiss, my first love letter, where I got baptized, and basically where I was born at. So this place is very important to me .