Home Is A Place To Cry

Home is a place where I'll always remember. It applies to all the good food I eat, my hockey gear and all the other good stuff and especially And all the memories I had of good times in that house. It's amazing how fun your home can be going to bed sleeping. Home is where all the fun memories come from building trucks with my dad . Home is just a place to welcome . Home holds all my sport activity stuff and my bikes my golf stuff my hockey stuff my soccer stuff home holds all the fun activities and it always will. Home is where I can play mini sticks with my friends. Sometimes my sister forces me to play with Barbie dolls. Home Is a place where I spend most of my time chilling with my friends. Home provides the activities I do. When I was younger I used to have a little rubber pool in my backyard. I spent most of my time in it. It was a lot of fun but sadly again I got two big ones for it. The first thing I did when I was 7 is I helped my mom cut onions for dinner. It didn't go too well. I thought I was bawling my eyes out but I wasn't. It was just the onion juice in my eyes. That’s ok, home is a safe place to cry.