Home

This is what home means to me. Home is a special place where I will grow up, have memories with my family and share stories. When I open the door to my home it's like a warm blanket wrapping me in a thick layer of love and memories. I know I will have to move out of my home one day but I will remember the things I've done with my family. When I come back I will remember memories I've had with my family. I will remember things like when I used to read the Bible out loud to my family or when I played ball with my dad in my home. My brother visits my home sometimes. No matter where I move too, home will always be home. Home is where I learned to walk home is where I feel loved. Home is not a place it is a feeling. For some reason we have three light switches that lead to the same light. I hope that I will do lots more things with my family before I move out. I wish I could spend more time with my brother. It's a place where I feel safe.