To me home is my pets. I have 3 loving pets. A huge dog named Ruger, a miniature dog named Harley and a fat cat named Snookie. I have so many funny memories of my pets in my home. Like 1 time Ruger pooped on my sisters bedroom carpet that was literally just cleaned the day before. It was not funny at first because my brother and I had to clean it up. But when I think of it, now, it is funny. But I still love him, he’s part of my family.
One of my favorite family memories was in the kitchen… One day my mom and I had to make something for a bake sale school. We decided to make fresh banana bread. We had to make it 3 times because something didn’t go our way. But, when we made it the 3rd time my mom mistook garlic powder for cinnamon. I could not stop laughing. Now every time we bake I say, “mom don’t mistake garlic powder for cinnamon”.
Every day in my home we make a new memory. Some memories are good and some are bad. Laughter is a part of our home. One night at 3:00 Am., my mom heard water dripping in the kitchen. She walked in and stepped in a puddle of water. She turned the light on and our kitchen was flooded. My mom called me and my brother and we cleaned up all the water. We had to get new flooring all over the house. It turned out that it was a plumbing problem. That is my home in a nutshell. My home is cozy, fun and I feel safe. We make memories together as a family.