Home

HOME By Crosby Newbury I think home is where I can feel like I am locked in a warm secure safe or a place where I can relax and be myself. Home is a place where I can be loved and cared about, like a dove with their family. Home is where I feel like I belong and where I need to be. When I get home I feel a warm breeze like my mothers voice echoing across my home, greeting me. When I am anywhere other than home I don't stop thinking about it, and when I'm not there, it bothers me. When I think of home, I think of my dogs running to the door to greet me as I hit the digits on the large wood door. Home is a place where I can feel comfort, support and relax in my cozy home. Home is a place where childhood took place before adulthood. We should cherish home like how an apple lives in its home, its tree, the apple grows there and adapts there. We should save a spot in our mind for home like an open spot, in a small parking lot. Home is a place where remembrance takes place, where our lives take place. Where memories are made.