The Home on Magnolia Street by Adam Stein

The home on Magnolia Street was very small. It was small like a classroom. But, if you went inside it seemed big. My sister always was calling for me, “Adam, Adam!” “What,” I would say. She wanted to go to my next-door neighbor’s house because they had a trampoline.

We always would go and bounce at my neighbor’s house. My neighbor, Sophie shared her backyard with us. My sister and I would ask our dad or our baby-sitter to jump really high. Boing! Woo Hoo!

Then my mom would call us in for dinner. Sometimes Sophie would have dinner with us. For dinner we always had noodles and Sophie’s favorite food was noodles.

The home on Magnolia Street was special to me because we got to the neighbor’s house and they got to come to ours. This made us become good friends.

Sometimes, I still see Sophie and go over to her backyard, even though I live far away now. Once she came over to Berkeley and came into our new backyard.

The new house in Berkeley has a garden and there are pods hanging from the trees. But, it’s still not as special as the house on Magnolia Street. Maybe, it will be special to me one day.