What Home Means To Me

My home looks like a big brick. It's modern, I like my mini cottage. My home sounds like birds singing. I have a playable pond with a painful prickly bush. My bed wraps me in blankets when I go to bed. My washing machine goes boing. My green garden gorgeously in the light and my brother is a vicious ferret. My family has a heart of gold. My mom is a drill sergeant and my dad is always barking at me. He says my room looks like a pig pen. My sister is a vicious animal. My favorite memory in my house is when me and my mom and dad went out to the back, back to go camping and I tried to climb this vine cause my dad said it was stable and I tried to climb it but as soon as my feet left the ground it snapped and I fell right onto my back. Then I got up and started running around like a crazy woman. That's what home means to me.