What does home mean to me?

Home is not a house, or some where I sleep, home is where loved ones are together, connected and proud. Even if my loved ones and I were stranded in the woods, as long as I am with my family, my home will be. My family are huge campers, so in the summer, we go camping. This past summer, my great aunt came. As long as memories are made, but just because there was no roof, doesn't mean it wasn't my home, memories were made, so my home it will be. I play hockey alot, so I spend a lot of my time at the rink. And my family are always right there, cheering me on. Although my family isn't on the ice with me, my friends are like family and they are there , always, in the hardest times, they are there. So my home it will be. That is what home means to me. Home is not just a couple of bricks stacked on top of eachother, it is a pace of safety and comfort, where loved ones rise.