When I Think of Home

For me, home is a place to laugh and jive, it is a place to make memories for a very long time. It is a place for loving and caring. Even when I'm feeling sad. When I think of home, I think of my loving family. Every day, a new memory grows, whether it is happy or sad or even both. When I think of home, I think of the games my family and I play. I think of the dinners and meals shared with love. I think of my bedroom, where I stayed since I was young. I think of the tiny moments that made me laugh. I imagine outside; bright and full of light. Even when the summer, when the trees grow tall, even in the windy autumns when the leaves turn dull. Home is like a show, one day we will all grow old. But one thing will never grow old, the happy times we made not long ago. When I think of home, I see celebrations that will last very long. Words and messages that sing a song. If I imagine home, I think of a very happy zone. It is a place where I belong, and it is a place that makes me feel strong. At last, when I think of home, I see my loving family, memories, and bonds. Everybody deserves a home; I am grateful I have something that not all have. I hope that everybody will have a loving home just like mine.