My background is.... ?

An experiment gone bad in a time/travel laboratory somewhere near the former island called Sicily. Low boil point Med heads. Origin unknown.

I felt/feel farthest from Home.......

the night spent in an army jail on Crete.

For me, Home is...

Home is where you are surrounded by loved ones and domesticated animals, comfortable beds, a full refrigerator, and a huge couch for discipline and discovery.

I remember as a child........

The first dead person i ever saw up close was a nun, Sister Agnes Marie, the music teacher at our grammar school; we were 10 years old and we were all paraded past her open coffin. She looked weird.

Home, to me, looks like........

the nest