The place I am writing about is my Nana’s house in Dayton, Ohio. My Nana’s house looks like a bus circle because it has a circular driveway. It has lots of neighbors there, too. There are kids who are rollerblading. There are even kids who are playing with dogs.

It sounds like kids laughing and playing. Also it sounds like dogs barking and water running in the sink and the bathtub.

It smells like a good dinner cooking. It smells like pine trees, mowed grass, and new wood on the porch. My Nana’s bedroom smells like make-up.

Their lawn feels rocky, bumpy, and grassy. Where it is sunny, it feels warm; and where it is shady, it feels cold.