The meaning of home to me is...

My house is painted with pretty colors and a big backyard where my dog romes but it's no fun and laughter. My home is where memories are created but not all homes have what I have a loving mom and dad and a pet. Some kids don't even have homes. I would know I was homeless once we were going from house to house. We stayed in friends' basements having to share the whole basement with my whole family. Then we got the happiest news of my life when we found out we were moving into our new house! So we packed our stuff and went to our new house but something smelt weird and felt creepy. Only one year later it felt like home with memories and fun times.