My Meaning of Home!

Hi, I'm Reegan; at first I didn't quite know how to write the meaning of home because home means more than I can write in a story. Home is something we cherish with love, something we are grateful for. Home can be more than a few wood walls and a brick chimney. My home is my Nans, the walls are filled with love and the chimney is not all brick. This house is so filled with love that the floors creak in only the special spots where hugs and kisses were given. The back room is what we share. It's something we care about. There's two beds, a window and the room is painted light blue. My sister and I have had this room since we were two. The yard is where we take our dog to play. She could stay out all day. She runs and jumps and takes sticks from the ditch, then we play fetch with her sticks she got. What I'm trying to say is at the end of the day this is my home where I feel safe, loved and cared about. Whether I'm fighting with my siblings or sitting sad in my room or even blocking everyone out with my amazing tunes, this is my home. Even though I may not know exactly what home means to me, this is what home currently means to me and always will.