My Home

A home and a house are two completely different things. A house is just a building that has furniture. A home has something way more important, just like my home. It has something other than just my family, it has memories. When my dad moved in with my stepmom I remember not liking it and being afraid. Then my brother and step brother asked if my sister and I wanted to play baseball. I thought they were crazy playing with only four people. That's not enough! My brother said he would get dad and my stepmom to play. It was so much fun! My most favorite memory at my mom’s house is when my uncle taught me to use an axe and let me chop firewood for the bonfire and then he played soccer with me. A home has wonderful memories!