Grade 6

New Brunswick


Ring, ring, ring!!! After a stressful day at school I can’t wait till I get home. I just want to get home and play with my little brother. I love my home and I always think about my home. I can smell the delicious food on the table. I’m lucky to have a home.

Home, home, home. Home is a place where I can be myself and I can be weird. Home is a place where I have fond memories fun/sad. One memory I have is that my brother tried to jump off our treehouse into our trampoline. Home is family. Home is full of joy. In my family there are 4 people. My dad my mom and my little brother.

I wish everybody in the world could have a home. However it is not always that way. I wish someday everybody in the world will have a home. I think everyone should have a home.

My dad came from a family of 6 kids. My dad is the youngest. My dad said that he would never forget those days. He is an awesome dad.

In conclusion, home is an awesome place and I love my home. I have fond memories. Have you ever thought about why you love your home?