Stanley, 13If I could teleport anywhere in the world it would be home. Back home I can see the deer, pigs, rabbits running around like headless chickens. The smell of the sheep and cow poo stuck like glue to your nostrils. I could hear the house creaking in the killer winds as it was fighting to keep us safe. I could feel the the frost sucking all the warmth out of me like a vampire sucking blood. I could taste the food when I woke up, the smell floating through the walls like a ghost. My happy place is MoleHill Downs.