My Home is more Than Just a House It’s a Place to Dream

Since the first day I came home from the hospital I had seen the place where I was going to grow up, where I was going to have fun memories, where I was going to sleep, eat, and dream. Three years later my sister was born, and the fun was getting better every day. 8 years later my brother was born, and the fun was getting better by the minute. A few years later we moved to a new house, and we had to leave our old house and neighbourhoods behind, but we were still going to have fun because it didn’t matter what house we lived in because all we needed was to be with the people we love. The day I looked up at my new house I wished we could have stayed in our old house, but it doesn’t mean I don’t like my new house because my home is more than just a house, it is a place to dream.