The Meaning of Home

The meaning of home to me is having my family with me at all times, the beautiful reflection of Lake Louise, and the gorgeous sunsets of the Rockies Mountains. The annoying sound of the snow crashing in the window and cars honking. Birds calling out in nature and the wild. In addition to the morning music we hear in Ms. Grollers class. I also love the warmth of the family hugs and kisses, and the dad jokes dad always says. He and I always play together. I like when we closely celebrate. I also like when we ride bicycles and walk to a playground near our house. I do a lot of crafts with my mom and help her with caribian stuff. Me and my family have funny memories, sad memories and happy memories like the time my sister Clara ended up with spikes in her hands. It was pretty funny but to Clara it wasn’t, also one day in Mexico we got so soaked we had to change! We also go outside each weekend. It's so fun. I like that my family is together because together we are stronger. I LOVE to be with my family!