|Where your childhood park is still just as magical|
|The place with the most kick-ass state flag in the world|
|Where you need to look up sometimes to spot the hidden gems|
|Where you threw the best party of your life|
|Where you can be a kid again|
|Where sometimes, time seems frozen|
|Where a strange mix of nostalgia and relief reign|
|Where the filter of distance and time makes everything|
more wonderful than you remember.
|Where you are greeted with a Coke with your name on it, proudly|
retrieved by your dad, who dug through bins and bins of bottles
to find it.
|Where your tween cousins keep you from being a|
boring old codger.