My Home

Home is a place where memories stay. Home is a place where laughter fills the air every single day. Home is magnificent like a star in the sky. When I go to school home is where I say goodbye. How I love to come home filled with anticipation because every one accept me and my creations. Wrapped in a blanket warm in my bed I'm thankful for every thing even the food that I was fed. Homes can be pretty with wonderful designs like swirls or curls, zigzags or lines. But there's something homes don't have when they're built the feeling of a warm quilt. Like friends, family, warm hugs, backyard bugs, and a shed full of tools. Not forgetting my brothers' blow-up pool. The people that make every day better and change your smile a mile long. That's exactly what home means to me and it was all along.