Home

Home is not just our house. Home is our safe place. The place that we are the happiest is our home. For me, home is camping with my friends. One time my friend, Cammy, ate blueberries and laughed so hard it came out of her nose. Where we feel we belong, that is our home. It could be your room, the street you live on, a friend’s house, a special place that holds a memory you cherish, or for some it could be your school, it could be their home because at school your teacher could be your parent figure. In conclusion, home is made and different for everyone and we must remember that.