Home is My Heart

My home isn't just a home, it is a place in my heart and it isn't just a heart. It is a heart that has all the memories from when I was born until now. When I was annoyed, happy, sad, mad and having fun, I always depend on my home. It's not only that, but a lot more. It’s tough growing up because I think about how mom and dad will be sad when I move out and they see me leave my childhood home. I’ll visit them every week till I die. To my mom and dad and my two brothers and the dog they will have then as well and I will remember all of the memories in that home in my heart. My mom and dad will keep my childhood memories going on and on forever and ever in my childhood home. They will love me to the moon and beyond and I will to knowing that my childhood home is in my heart. I love my home forever and it will always be in my heart. I will remember the times when I had baths to stay clean. I had a good chance of having my childhood's memories come back to me. Maybe one day I will have just as much fun in my new house, but no matter what my childhood home will always be that home in my heart forever and ever. Even when I die and when I'm in heaven and beyond, but for now I’m just nine years old in grade 4. School sometimes feels like a home. I have the best teacher ever, Ms. Grant. My back yard feels like a home. I have the most fun times are summer, fun birthdays and more. Fun in the pool and making books and comics, drawing and coloring and a lot more. Home is in my heart forever.