With all there is to do in the city, sometimes it just feels good to get away and get back to my roots...back home where I grew up. Back to the community who has played a large part in shaping who I am today. And back to a place I always feel safe--Almaden Valley. Although recent trips home have been surrounded with sad circumstances, there is a certain sense of comradery when together to offering comfort and support during such devastating times. It's during these moments innate goodness comes through. Some of my fondest childhood memories have taken place in the lush scenary above..The Creek. This is where I laughed, played and explored as a child. I can't believe I used to run around barefoot! But as a child, I never had a second thought. And while my yellow brick road may be more a rock-filled path, the end result is the same...the true feeling that there is no place like home. 143 my darlings.