My Magical World

Home for me is like a warm place that is wrapped around me, it's not just a house, it's a place where all my childhood memories are. When I wake up in the morning I smell this incredible, amazing, magnificent smell downstairs. It turns out its yummy eggs, pancakes and delicious bacon. It's not about the food, it's about chatting and laughing together. After I eat and laugh around with my family I read a book, and sometimes it depends on the book but I feel like I am in a fantasy or a mystery as a detective while thinking about my next adventure ahead. It's not about the fun and adventures, it's that home can make me smile and be happy. Home is my safe place when I am sad or down. Once I got a bad grade and felt really sad. Home is my safe place and if I'm sad or down home can make me lift my head up. Home is like a safe but instead of money there are memories of me in my home. It's not about money, it's about the memories and laughter of family and friends. So home isn't just four walls trapping me inside, home for me is that my home is a part of my whole life and family.