What home means to me

Home means a place where I can say anything I want to without any repercussions. I could say “I love this place” without anyone hearing me and it's an awesome feeling to be able to say that. It is also a safe full of warm memories and cold memories. The cold memories still haunt me this day. It's also a place where I learned how to ride a bike, how to read, how to walk, how to eat, and how to learn how to love my awesome family. My home isn’t just my house it's not the walls it’s not the roof over my head but I’m very thankful of that but it’s not it’s the people all around me: my dad, my mom, my brothers and last but not least my pets. I have moved houses a lot but those houses were not my home they are my houses and at my house now it’s still not my home it’s where my family is that's my home. And I wish that everyone could have homes like me.