The Magical Place Called Home

Home is not just a building, it is a place to come home from school. When I step inside I know that I am safe if school or something else has troubled me. I cuddle with my kittens and dogs and sit down and start to read my favourite book in our cozy living room next to the crackling fire. Mom, Dad, and my brother come into the living room and we all start to play our favourite game. The dining room and kitchen is where we cook our wonderful food filled with the ingredients that we grow, pick, and raise, such as animals like pigs, chickens, and or chicks ourselves. Our garden outside is where we grow our wonderful foods in the ground or on a tree like raspberries, blueberries or apples. Outside on our sled hill in the winter we have so much fun watching each other faceplant in the snow at the end of our track, get BLASTED on the way down, or just fall right off in the middle. When I am lonely or sad my family can always cheer me up. They are always there for me. My parents give me a warm bed to sleep in. They give me yummy food and clean water. They give me toys to play with and books to read. They give me the wonderful home I live in. Home gives me shelter and a safe place to live in. Home means friends and family, home means hugs and kisses, home means animals and cuddles, home means fun and books, home means fresh food and clean water. Home is where we create wonderful memories. I will NEVER EVER forget home, the most wonderful, awesome, yet weird place of them all.