My Own Home

In my own home I talk and laugh with my friend while we ride our bikes outside. I think of the sound of music from the radio while I sing and dance along. The TV playing my favourite shows from when I was a kid. I am grateful for my home and my family that I love with all my heart. My home makes me feel safe and warm whenever I’m there. I cherish all the things I have, just like stuffies or my bed. It’s always those good memories that come up in my head. The feeling is nostalgic when I think of my old homes, I always feel happy in any sort of way. When we have to move, it’s sad but it’s okay when you know that you can make memories at that new place y’know? This is my own home.