Home

My home is where my family keeps memories. We do not have picture books because our home is memories. When I come home from school, I am happy and thankful that I have a home. When I am tired, I go to my room and think of how lucky I am to have a room and that I have a bed when it is raining. I am glad that I have a roof over my head. I can think of millions of things that I like about my home. I have a home that is warm, safe and comfy. Sometimes I do not realize how lucky I am to have a home. Home means a lot to me. You could say that it means everything to me. I love my home. If home were a teddy bear it would be warm and comfy. If home was a big thick wall to keep me safe and if you mix them together it would be home. I am thankful to have a home.