My Home

For every person, home means different things. But, for me, it’s a place that keeps me and my family safe and happy. Most people think of home as a place. A place where people live but they are wrong. A place where people live is a house not home. It is the place where I can freely express my feelings. The first and the last place I think about after waking up and going to bed. It’s where I first learned to walk and speak. A place of entertainment and sorrow. Whether you move or stay, you carry the memories, goods and bad with you. Those memories, just like a building, are a small start to a big project. Stack those Ideas and go make a bigger one. Every memory will add up to make who you are and what you become. Use those memories with responsibility.