Where Memories Never End

Where Memories Never End Some houses are brown and red but I’d rather live in a home instead. This is the place where I was born and raised. It will also never be replaced. There is a shelf that is very stocked; it lays way far in the back of my garage, Filled with stuff my dad uses everyday: nails and hammers that all look the same. We sit around and listen to the jammer and me and my sister dance with glamour. We use our manners while we dine, and mom finds it quite divine. If I combine my whole family inside it would be crazy but I'd find it alright. My house is very bright and there will be joy in the air everywhere tonight. Every house is a different height but mine to me is just right. Some houses have sheds and trees and a bit of breeze and a beehive with bees. You will hear the keys clanging together opening the door. And you can hear the coffee being poured. Inside you can find furniture in all dark shades. Along with the messed-up meals my dad has made. There are dressers and beds, pillows to rest your head. My mom and I agree that our home is something only our family can see When a new life begins in a new house it may not feel like a home alone. But without a doubt it will eventually turn into your home. A home is a place where memories glide and feelings come alive. A home is a feeling like when you're with your friends and the memories never end.