What Does Home Mean to Me?

I have not always had the same home. Now I have home in Canada and it's not the same as Ukraine. In Ukraine I had so many memories from home that I can even imagine how much they are, and some of my memories are special and some are not so special. The first special memory that I remember is that when I was in Ukraine every weekend my dad always cooked very thin pancakes with jam or honey. When the pancakes were cooling down we would all sit down and we all ate pancakes together. I have one more memory that is special for me is when I was small I always loved to play at home with my cat but well she was not happy to play with me and she always bite me. I have not always had the same house but now I have a safe home. I miss my home in Ukraine.