An ode to my kitchen table.This is the kitchen table of my youth.This table can become long, that could fit thousands of people.It could squish back together, to fit a family of three.  It was strong, stronger than a rock, it seemed to me.It held the weight of my stuffed animals, as they eat with me.I had my first birthday party at that table,with guess from the Hundred Acard Woods, parents, and four legged friends. I ate dinner there every night,with the people that love me.There I would wait for my dad to get home.There is when I would be bothered by my pets. I have my strongest memories, while I sat at that table. Growing older as the table grew with me. We parted to soon.