You make memories at home

You make memories at home By Lily gorman Everyday I come home, me and my sister get off the bus. We raced up the big hill. I usually win but that’s not the point. Usually my dad is in the kitchen cooking us food; my mom’s not there because she has her own business and it ends at five, maybe you heard about it, it's called Masstown pharmacy in Masstown but yeah we usually eat alone without her. But when we can it’s special. When I think of home I remember all the times I enjoyed with my friends and family. Like my 5th birthday it was the most memorable to me. A lot of people were there,most of the girls in my class.Even my best was there. She's in the competition too. We ate pizza and the adults ate donairs. It was my best birthday ever. I remember the first time we brought my dog home I named him,Teddy. The first night I wanted him to sleep with me cause he was so small, not even the size of my arm. He’s a mini Golden doodle but he’s five now. I remember when my mom came home from vacation she said she brought us something we asked her what it was, it was fingerling. We played with them all day; mine was teal, my sister's was pink. I remember the first time I was let go from the hospital.When i sprained my neck.I ate mcdonalds for supper,but what i didn't know .My whole family was there supporting me. I remember the first time me and my best friend had a sleepover.her name is Alaina Larose. And I was seven years old. My parents couldn't sleep.Over the noise.we had so much fun. But what I really think of home is how I grew up with my family.