My Home Is Not A House

My home is not a house By Olivia My living room is not just a room with a couch, it is a place where I spend time with my friends and family to watch TV and hang out with them, we would eat popcorn and snuggle up. My living room is also a place where we share memories and run around together my fondest memory is watching a movie with my cousins eating popcorn and having a great time. My kitchen is not just a room with a sink and a fridge, it is filled with memories and love. It is a place my dad prepares meals and I bake cookies with my mom on the stove and the sweet aroma lofts up into the air. The fridge where we store our food, also has memories too. My fondest memory here is when I baked the best cookies ever with my mom. My bedroom isn’t just a room with a bed and a drawer, it is where my ideas start and thrive not just that, it’s the place I sleep at night. It’s the the place I read in, wright in and draw in every day and night. My fondest memory here is drawing a big poster with my brother.