Home is everything to me. I do not know what I would do without it. I am sorry for all the people who do not have a home. Home is one of the best things in the world to me. It has all of your best memories. Like your first steps. And the times that you almost burn the house down. If I didn’t have a home, I would not be nearly as happy as I am. Home keeps you safe. You can watch all those funny movies with your friends and family. If I did not have a home, where would I store all those Halloween and all those holly jolly Christmas decorations. And where would you put your tooth when the tooth fairy comes? It keeps you safe from all those clowns from the clown sightings. Or when your mom, dad or siblings die you will always remember them in your home. And when you are home alone because your sister is at dance and your dad is working. You would not be able call it “Home” alone. And where would you go when you knock on your creepy neighbor’s door when they start chasing you. And where would you hide/go when your annoying little neighbor comes banging on your door 2 million thousand times. And where would you go after school when you go to school in Comox and your grandparents live in Cancun. Even though my grandparents live in Courtenay. How would you feel if you were one of those people who are on the street without a home who have signs that say “I need money” or “I don’t have a home”? I feel so sad for all the people without a home and I feel lucky that I have a home.