Home is special

When I hear the word home this is what I think of, a place where I don’t feel judged a place where when you pass the rooms you remember all the memories you made in there . It’s also where my childhood took place. Where I marked my height on the wall took my first steps, said my first words and lived my life. So to me it’s not just four walls and a roof it’s childhood. It’s the place that when I walk in the the door I have a smile on my face because I know the people I love are waiting for me. But when I was little my parents divorced it was hard but from that I learned something that will always stick with me. It’s not always about where you home is or what looks like it’s the people who are in the home that are always there for you that make it a home. That is what a home means to me.