What home means to me

Home is not just a plain building made of wood. Home is a place of happiness. Home is the best place anyone could possibly be. I could be in Europe skiing in the Alps, or in Australia sitting on the beach, or even in Spain watching the sunset. But I would rather be on my comfy, cozy and warm bed in my room. I could be anywhere on planet Earth enjoying myself, but nothing compares to watching a movie with my mother and father being cozy and safe. Home is the most important and most valuable place you could be. You need to cherish all the memories in your home because you never know what can happen. Home is a place where you can be yourself or anything you want not caring what others think. A place where you can be with your family. I have moved houses many times, but as long as my family is with me in my new home like my mother, father, aunt, uncle, grandmother, and my grandfather, I feel the magic of my home. Home is a place where smiles are real, where you can be silly and free, where you can love and feel, and where you can be happy.