What Home Means to me

Home is not just a bunch of walls no it is not, not at all. There is no place I would rather be, Disney world , Hawaii not for me. Home is where I want to be. Fun, happy, tough times too, good memories and bad memories all here too. Upstairs to downstairs kitchen to bedroom there are memories in every room every place in my home. I love my home and what it does. My home keeps me dry, protected and safe. Most of my memories are in my home, good memories, bad memories, silly memories too, filled with laughter. My home means something to me. It is not just somewhere I live. Home is a place to give me shelter, to give me warmth, to give me privacy and to give me a place to call home. I have lived in my home all my life and I don’t want that to change. I love my home so much. I don’t care if my home is big or small, as long as I have a place to sleep at night and a place to wake up in the morning. I am happy and I’m happy in the morning, mid day, evening and at night because I have a home to be in. I appreciate my home and what it does for me . My home lets me be able to play, eat, sleep, be dry, have a place to go to after school, and dance class. After anything I go to and do I always know I have a home to go to. I love my home and what it does for me . How it blesses me in many ways. I love my home and you should too. That is what home means to me.