Memories From Home

Home. I moved here when I was 1 year old and grew up there for 10 years and more to come. All my young memories from bad (breaking my leg and arm) to good (getting my dog and switching bedrooms). Until I was 8, I was homeschooled. My dad and I did Waldorf School. We would have meetings with other families in the neighbourhood. My home is not just a house on the side of the road. It’s where my family is and my dog that I love lives. Sometimes I go to my friend’s house down the road and go riding on her horses Monty and Ace. On my property, I have an apple orchard and a pond that I skate on in the winter. I have a lot of love in my home. My parents love me, they cook meals, get gifts on holidays, and take me to exotic places. My older sister and brother love me, they play games with me, they help me if I’m hurt and they help me with jobs around my home. Finally, in my opinion, I think that everyone should have a home because my home means so much to me. Everyone should get the experience of warmth, safety, love and happiness.