My Meaning of Home

In winter I like sledding down into the woods. One time my sled crashed into a tree abruptly stopping me. Coyote footprints beside me probably towards its den… their home. In spring, I sit on the porch listening to wind blowing leaves. I hear the chirping of baby birds in their nest. The nest is the baby bird's home. A home has life. In summer, I go to the beach with my family. I love beach combing, finding sea glass, fascinating shells, and sometimes hermit crabs. When I pick up hermit crabs it hides its legs and claws in their shells for safety. The shell is a hermit crabs home. Home is safety. In fall the nest that had baby birds is no longer chirping. The baby birds grew up. Now the nest is dull and empty. A home needs life. A home is Life, safety, place to go to, and comfort. Everyone deserves and needs a home.