What Home Means to Me

Home to me is memories not bricks and drywall, happy and sad. It's getting a new dog and losing an old dog. It’s my parents calling me bud or monkey or stinker and my full name when I'm in trouble. It's running into poles and trees and teasing my dog by hiding all her toys. Its sitting on a thorn bush and screaming my little head off. My home is soccer and rock climbing. It's getting home and my dog not being there It's all my pet fish dying and crying- well they get flushed. My home is getting home and my dad telling me that the baby bunnies that he found the day before sadly died. It’s my dad tickling my little helpless feat It’s farting a big silent but deadly in his face. Home to me is losing my teeth. It’s all my birthdays. It’s all the Christmases, Halloweens and Easter. My home is having water gun And water balloon fights in the summer. It’s all the snowball fights In the winter. It’s going to church and all The family movie nights. My home is watching teenage Mutant ninja turtles. It’s building Lego. But most importantly it’s family And friends that are my home.