What Home Means to Me.

Home is a place of laughter and fun but home is also a place of tears and sadness. When I think of home I think of home cooked meals and Clean clothes. Now it's your turn to hear my story about home. My life started when I was born. I lived in a townhouse. I don't really remember what it was like. So now we go to when I turned two months old. I moved to a place that I liked to call the greenhouse because it was green. It was small with a big yard, at least that's what my mom says . Then I turned two years old and moved to a house that was pretty big with a small yard. We moved there because I was little and did not spend much time outside. That was where I lived for most of my life, I had a lot of fun there. I was warm, happy and nothing bad ever happened. Then I turned ten and moved to a place where there were a lot of kids so I had a lot more fun there. I always felt busy which could be a good thing. When I turned eleven and moved to an apartment. It was small but cozy and I had a lot of fun but I didn't live there for that long. Then I moved to a house beside a ravine. It was nice there but I didn't live there for that long either so I moved to a small town that is my story about home.