Memories in my home

My home is the place where my family are always there to catch me when I fall. My home is a place where I get shelter from storms, a place where my family always are. When I look out my window into the world I see some people just the same as you and me except they do not have a home. A home is a place that is safe and secure and a place to make fine memories. Memories are made inside a home but they stay in your head forever. A house is only a home once memories are made inside. My home is the place my family lives where we make the same memories and we laugh at the same things. My home is strong, the walls are thick no rain or wind will ever get in. But for people on the street that is not the case, they do not have strong walls to protect them. The foundation of my home will never break, and will never let my home fall. I hope in the future everybody will have a home to shelter them from storms. The walls are not the only thing that protects me, my family is always in my home to protect me. My family sleeps on the other side of the wall, but so close it almost feels like they're touching me. Imaging stepping into your home after a long trip as all the memories come flooding back in one big wave. My home is the place I always want to be at the end of the day. Now, I want you to ask yourself, what does home means to you?