The Brick House

People might not think of homes the same way I do, but right now I'm going to tell you my story of what home means to me. Home means laughter and music echoing though our hallways with all the rooms filled with love and memories. My home means game night every night! It means karaoke with my sister, dancing, pillow forts and two cute, fun, friendly pets. My home means warm comfy beds, and spooky campfires in our backyard with sticky s’mores. My home means building igloos with my dad, bouncing on the trampoline with my sister, baking with my mom, watching movies with my family, and swimming in our hot tub and pool. My home means crafting all day, playing volleyball with my family, and sometimes just chilling out and enjoying each other's company. My home is safe, it keeps me, and my family protected and warm. But most importantly home means life, it means two loving parents, me, my adorable sister, and two fluffy pets’. Home is my starting point and the place I can come back to whenever I need. That is my story of what home means to me.