Home is a Memory

Everyone has a different view of what home is. But to me home is like a memory full of joy, love and happiness that will never be forgotten or tossed away. Home to me is my big living room just left of the door. Home is the giant carpet with brown and beige patterns spread across the floor. Home is the brown bouncy couch placed in the shape of the letter “L” against two of the walls with the green and grey blankets on top of it. Home is when me and my family get ready to watch fun movies together in the living room or curl up with a blanket on top of us and read a book. Usually I read my own book but it's fun to have my family there even if we’re not doing the same thing. Home is the big dining table that’s painted to look like wood. The dining table is where we eat our breakfast, dinner and lunch and talk about school or work. It’s nice to know about my family's days and I love telling them about mine. Home is when I'm in my room with my soft and bouncy bed that has a dark blue headboard and a rainbow blanket with white butterflies on it. Home is when I read the books that were on the mossy yellow and bright red shelf. Home to me can be a lot of fun things and nice people. But the people that make my home actually complete are my kind and amazing family