What Home Means to Me

What Home Means to Me When you look at my house you will see red bricks with white doors. There are two cars in the driveway and a basketball net with a trampoline in our backyard. But when you open the front doors you will find a place of love and where you are cared for. When I think of being at home I think of fun with my mom, dad and sister. We spend time watching movies, playing games and enjoying time together. You at times also see me and my sister arguing and fighting but that is to be expected. When I think of home, I think of our family traditions. We celebrate many different holidays like Halloween and Thanksgiving. But the holiday I enjoy the most and makes me think of home is Christmas. Our tradition is to decorate our house while listening to music or watching Christmas movies. Through the month of December we spend time with family and friends. All of these things make me feel happy. Have you ever thought of a place that is safe and secure and where you can go and just be you? This is what makes me think of home. A place I can be myself whether I am happy or sad or angry and I will be accepted. I am lucky to have a home like mine.