Home is a breath of fresh air

Home is a spot where you look back and think, “boy, I loved that toy, boy, I loved that thing!” Home is a spot where you could have so much fun, you would play, you would laugh, and boy, did you run! Home is a spot where you can kick back and relax, no worries at all, no rent and no tax! Home is a place where you would love to draw, and your parents would always go “ooh!’ When they saw. When you think of home, you think of a family member. My dad was a master on the grill, the meat was always tender! Another is my brother, he’s also in my den, He stands in the bedroom corner, at around 3’10! My mom, also, is quite a good cooker, It's like a master chef took ‘er! When she hugs me she does it with a great big wrap, I’m surprised that my ribcage is still intact! Home is a place where you think of your first swing, CRACK! A hit! Man, did you love that ding! Maybe it was not a bat, maybe it was a ball, SWISH! You’d dream of being in the hall! You would head to the end of the field for the interception, To keep the team's lead at protection! You’d kick the ball down the field, Into the net for the greatest appeal! What I’m trying to get at is that home is amazing, Phew, now can I stop phrasing? Home has been a confusing, challenging, and yet a happy place for this past year. I will always remember my dad through all of my memories of him. Like that time when he almost took his head off setting off some fireworks! My whole family remembers and misses him, and celebrates his life. After I lost my Dad, I was homeless at one point, but I ended up bouncing back to where I am now. My home and my family have changed, but I did manage to find it again. Nobody should be left without a home, and no home should be built without memories that we can carry with us into the future, whatever it may bring.