My special home

My Special Home A house to me is just a building or it could be someone else’s house. But… my house is my home. A home does not have to be a house, it could be in a tree or on the streets. It’s you and your family and your memories that you have there that makes it home. Home to me is a warm place on a snowy days and a cold place on a summer days. Home is not only all fun, joy, or happiness because home is where I have had most of my ups and downs. Home is where I can trust that I am getting three meals a day and a cozy sleep every night. As I go to bed, I can trust I am in a safe home. Home is fun and crazy in the best ways ever. I know home out and in- in and out